This is the name of the two rivers that meet at Varanasi, Benares, Banaras, or whatever. A lot of it seemed like concentrated India. I think it's by far the most intense city I've been to.
Picture this stage.
Street: No asphalt, hot, dust and dirt, people from the shops from both sides of it throwing water so that the wind won't raise the dust from the ground.
People: Yelling, with clothes from all colors, a kid with a cobra begging - almost demanding - money, a pack of tanarickshaw-wallahs offering to take you
Heat: 41 daggers penetrating your skin.
Shiva dances his dance of change and destruction, in an endless choreography over the streets of this town. Everyone moves along the roads, without crashing, bumping only to show this is the most that can go wrong in this show.
Manikarnika Ghat, corpses being eating away by a yellow and red beast, only to leave their bones, which will go back into the Mother.
Picture this stage.
Street: No asphalt, hot, dust and dirt, people from the shops from both sides of it throwing water so that the wind won't raise the dust from the ground.
People: Yelling, with clothes from all colors, a kid with a cobra begging - almost demanding - money, a pack of tanarickshaw-wallahs offering to take you
Heat: 41 daggers penetrating your skin.
Shiva dances his dance of change and destruction, in an endless choreography over the streets of this town. Everyone moves along the roads, without crashing, bumping only to show this is the most that can go wrong in this show.
Manikarnika Ghat, corpses being eating away by a yellow and red beast, only to leave their bones, which will go back into the Mother.
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