Varanasi, India

Kristy McGilvray
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

Buildings closely spaced together, the path narrow, uneven and unclean. Cows, scooters, people, flies clutter this small space. Shops filled with silks, cottons, fabrics with wonderful colours and patterns — in stark contrast to the outside polluted world.


One would think, at first glimpse it’s just a river, like any other. This was not the case, she took my breath away, Ganga or the Ganges River.

A brief moment of awe striking awareness, we acknowledged each other. Ancient with death and nirvana, wood, smoke and flame. I with my veins filled with oxygen and blood alive. The contrast was striking.

Kristy McGilvray

A Canadian in Taipei, Taiwan ~ Musings on life, recipes, poetry, adventures & thought curation. Instagram: naturesbountyandadventures

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