I arrive at the Ganges as the sun begins to cast its glow over the waking city. The river runs purple and its banks gleam a shimmering gold. All around is the sound of music, ringing bells and chanting as Varanasi comes alive in a mad frenzy of devotion. I watch a man walk into the river, arms outstretched, a look of ecstasy on his face as he calls out “Ganga”. I am overwhelmed by the intensity of emotion – this is no ordinary river.
I find a teastand and sit down, enjoying the sweet spicy brew. An old man sit next to me. “Did you know that this is the oldest city in the world? He asks. “It is the center of all knowledge and wisdom, he who searches for answers will find them here is Varanasi”. For thousands of years people have come to worship and offer their prayers to the river Goddess. A dip in the holy waters of Varanasi is said to wash away all sins. Continue reading