Rajghat varanasi

An unusual morning at Rajghat.

Today morning when i woke up for my walk, I decided to head straight to the bank of Ganga. Dressed in night-suit, I took my camera and walked outside the Krishnamurti Foundation. When I reached Ganga-ghat I saw what could be the typical ‘rural-bustle’ of a village on river bank.

Females were carrying baskets (probably full of fishes) on their head and getting into heated discussions on family matters. There were row of boats on river bank, with people getting on with their morning chores. The temple besides the ghat had people sitting in verandah. Few healthy young males were busy in ’muscle-building’ exercises. An old man was dictating a young one on the importance of joint family. Three young boys were standing together and chatting on phone, one of them enquiring about his girl friend in Lucknow. Two young girls were exercising under the supervision of a coach. Few people sitting on the staircase of temple were immersed in the bhajans of their mobile phones. Some of them even gave me strict glances, probably on the inappropriateness of my attire.

And in the other world, there was a foggy-misty morning on Ganga. I settled myself on a spot and waited for the sun to appear in the sky. The sun first showed as a half red ball in the sky and within minutes came up as a round orange temptation. The liveliest thing was the orange shimmers of the sun dancing on waters. The boats crossing the shimmers made a picture perfect view. The sun with its shimmers slowly turned to yellow from orange and I headed back to my cottage with a glowing beauty in my heart.