The Rays of the first primrose Sun made the beautiful Ganges blush.The enchanting music and the smell of the incense made my surrounding mystically magical.As I walked down I saw a flock of birds being fed by a Saint and the ghats still witnessed beautiful love stories.The scent of the tea coming from the nearby stalls took me back to so many memories.The boatmen were still bargaining for a hundred more rupees in exchange for a memorable boat ride with the travellers.As I walked down to the nearby book store, the place looked a little more gaudy but the warmth of the Manager 's smile was still the same.
Some places fill your soul with so much joy that it's really hard to overcome the beauty of it.The Lyrical hymns being chanted by the Sadhus seemed to be welcoming even to the unknown ears.Nothing seems to have changed.The promises made by lovers ,the artists trying to potray the grandeur of the place are still fresh.You can still see the little hands carrying flower garlands and diyas asking you to buy one.The pious people are still crowded around some divine deity's abode praying for the good things in life.
At every nook I look around, I still see the confluence of religion and modernity.This place has the guitar and the shehnai going hand in hand. Yes it's Banaras.The place that never fails to amaze you and make you fall in love again.The friendly smiles and the innumerable temples are sure to lift even the gloomy faces .
I walked down near the Ganges to feel the purity of the flowing river one last time before leaving.The water washed away all my pains and refreshed me yet again.It has known me for a long time now.
While I walked back the music and the mantras,the guitar,the bells,the glory of Ganga,the diyas,the memory of unrequited love all seem to bring a tear in my eye.But this time I knew I was leaving back a part of me still lingering around the ghats witnessing the beauty of Banaras❤❤