Ghats are steps that lead to holy waters. On the ghats of Varanasi pilgrims welcome the sun in the morning. Then come the locals to bathe and the animals to drink. The dhobis wash and lay hundreds of colored saris to dry in the sun. At sunset, boys play cricket, families buy snacks and stroll as if it were a promenade. I took a morning boat ride and cast a lock of my niece’s first-cut hair into the Ganges.
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