Aimless in Banaras: Wanderings in India's Holiest City

by Bishwanath Ghosh

Bells suddenly clang, drowning her whines. M.S. Subbulakshmi’s Suprabhatam begins to play on the temple speakers. The time is 3.45. A new day has begun in Banaras. The queue begins finally to move. I wait for my turn to touch Shiva.