From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn, the Ganga reflects, absorbs, merges and transforms. Surging from the locks of Siva’s hair as he sits atop the mighty Himalayas, it flows 1,600 miles southeast before spilling into the Bay of Bengal, touching the bodies and souls of millions along the way.
Night or day, Varanasi is a succulent feast for the eyes. Covering the ancient walls and floors are paintings of every taste imaginable. And for the sweet-toothed are tantalizing sculptures of various kama sutra positions; but be warned—these displays are not for the faint-hearted.
I was told millions of Hindus go to Varanasi to die; on the contrary, I believe millions go there to live. While bodies burn and spirits ascend throughout the day and night, this ancient city rejuvenates the soul, reminding us that we aren’t who we perceive ourselves to be — we are so much more, infinite beings in the cyclical drama of creation, experience and destruction.
It’s official! In February of 2018, I will be traveling across northeastern India for 11 days. My plane lands in Delhi and departs from Calcutta, which means I’ll be training, bussing, biking or hitchhiking through the following cities: Jaipur, Agra and Varanasi. If anyone has advice of where to go, how to get there, what to see, etc, I’d greatly appreciate it. This is my first trip to India and I hope to make it an unforgettable one. Namaste.