• Celebrating Life…and Death

    Last week I was in Banaras, the ancient holy city on the banks of the river Ganga. The city was shrouded in mist, creating an ethereal aura, which made me feel like I had stepped back in time. As the boat sliced through the placid water of the Ganga taking us to our hotel, the ghats were dotted with people and bustling with activity. Banaras natives and a few tourists walked, sun-bathed, wiped themselves off after a dip in the holy river, prayed and simply loitered around the stone steps of the ghats, which must have been trod on by generations of humankind from all over the world. Plumes of…