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| Sunrise. The river is flowing to the left, which is rare on this subcontinent. |
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| A boat is being built. |
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| Varanasi is one of the oldest cities of the world. |
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| Well, who else owns this place! |
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| On the right is a two- story bridge, trains run below, other vehicles up. |
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| The other bank is less crowded with almost no structures. We will cross the river in the evening. |
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| My first paid model! |
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| They are born into, live inside, and probably die in these waters. Oblivious to the fact that their photograph is published in one of the greatest blogs of all time! What a pity! |
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| Domestic visitors come to leave their sins and ashes of the dead, foreign to take pictures. |
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| Three or four pyres were burning at this time, which I assume is quite less. Die rich if you intend to have a funeral as flamboyant as these. |
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| This is from the other bank. Sunset. |
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| The animal's ancestors could claim their roles in rise and fall of many kingdoms around here. |
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| Despite flowing under a summer sun, the water looks clear. But since I do not want to leave my sins to a river, I did not take a dip. |
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| Back to the more crowded side. Booming business. |
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| The ritual is quite famous, at least locally. |
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| A floating flame, probably from a basket like the one two photos up. That is the end of one day. Thank you for being with me. |