I have lived in Banaras for five weeks, and I need to ask: what is this place?
It’s the simple idea that spirituality is something you can pin down, and that you might find it in an ancient city in India.
It’s watching the tainted and holy Ganges river flow by and trying to comprehend that 600 million people, eight percent of the humans on earth live on the Ganga Plains.
It’s seeing hundreds of carefully constructed goddesses made of straw and six feet tall all waiting to be burned once they dry out from being dumped in the river eight weeks ago during the Saraswati festival.
It’s the goats wearing sweaters Continue reading >>