History, mythology, epic, poetry, drama, folklore and legend flow and merge into this ancient city and its scared river. The city is bent over by the weight of spiritualism that these many rivulets carry into this old, historic city. And that is what I came to find in Varanasi/ Banaras/Kasi. That with peace, learning, enlightenment, benediction, redemption, salvation, liberation. More big words, more burden. Any city approached against this reputation will suffer. In this Varanasi doesn’t’ disappoint. Among the noisy roads, the clamouring streets, hungry mouths, greedy touts, priests who like any good business men speak in your own tongue, telling you the stories you want to hear and just as swiftly turn into an Avenging Angel of Moral Justice when they feel they are under-paid, there is no space here for spirituality, unless you are happy with a bottled, erstaz version, for a price naturally. The River is majestic. ...
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