The Art of Letting Go | Varansi
Calm between the chaos. That was the state both of benaras and inside me. I was here to let go. Sometimes, rituals or a physical act is just a way of truly believing that it’s gone. Sitting on the ghats in the evening, watching crowds, all here to let go, I let it go. It was both a sense of an ending and a sense of a beginning. A mourning, A joy. A tear, A smile. I think of benaras with the smell of still water, marigold, kumkum, and oil from the kachoris. Walking in these crowded streets and being invisible, is comforting.
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