The silent sound of the River Ganges flowing, along the mystical Assi Ghats. Each linked to each other and dotted with many a majestic havelis, made as homes for erstwhile royals to age in. The pathos of the pious pyres burning the night away at the far end of this ghat.
“Mist Rising Off The Holy Waters Of The Ganges. The Sound Of Conch Shells Reverberating Through The Air. Throngs Of Devotees Milling On The Ghats Or Venturing A Cleansing Dip Into The River.”
