Varanasi, or Benares, the holy city of life and death, is ever alive with human activity. Death, too, is omnipresent here. Beside the swollen Ganges, life and death enact their cycle daily, with every passing minute. These are scenes from an unusually tranquil Varanasi, shot by photographer Sahastrarashmi.
A bather uses the skeleton of a boat that is being built to dry clothes. The great river is a lifeline and among its many roles is that of wash tub.

Bank Mynas inspect a Panda's wares as they lie unattended on the Varanasi ghat. A Panda is a Brahmin priest who acts as a religious guide, especially for funerals or death rituals that take place by the thousands every day in Varanasi's burning ghats.

The gentle winter sun and accompanying mild breezes bring out the kite-warriors. Varanasi loves kites and fights between kites break out over the river. Kids in boats chase and collect the downed kites, which are then traded.

Winter in Varanasi






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