Sonam Palden
Varanasi
After passing a procession of dead bodies in bustling traffic at the market , a friend and I entered the ghat in Varanasi, and were thronged by people selling lamps and flowers for offering, caged birds and fish for releasing. Everything seemed to happen all at once and in no time, we were sitting on a wobbly boat on the river Ganges with the vendors carrying buckets of fish and pigeons still wrung by their neck. The Ganges stood still, almost colourless in the afternoon light and the dipping sound of the oars in the water seemed to hark of another existence, much more raw and agile, and so the title “Breathing Ganges”.
Breathing Ganges photo Sonam Palden
