From Bashkar’s room, you can smell the human flesh and hair burning from the cremation ghat right down below. Time never stops, always running ahead. He told me: “The only constant is change, impermanence, Anitya in sanskrit! Unless you stop moving, within your body and within your thoughts”. And this, Bashkar can’t forget of course, …
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Bad week, bad year! Everyone has some good days and some bad days, everyone has karma. Don’t let a bad day make you think you have a bad life. Ghat at night. Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India, 2014.