I woke early anticipating the alarm.
Despite the early hour, the streets were busy with preparations for the day.
Dawn was breaking the water glowed with a lilac hue.
From every corner of India and by every conceivable mode of transport, pilgrims are make their way to the river Ganges.
The Ganges is a sacred river to Hindus along every fragment of its length. All along its course, Hindus bathe in its waters, paying homage to their ancestors and to their gods by cupping the water in their hands, lifting it and letting it fall back into the river; they offer flowers and rose petals and float shallow clay dishes filled with oil and lit with wicks (diyas). On the journey back home from the Ganges, they carry small quantities of river water with them for use in rituals (Ganga jal, literally water of the Ganga) When a loved one dies, Hindus bring the ashes of the deceased person to the Ganges River.
The Ganges is a sacred river to Hindus along every fragment of its length. All along its course, Hindus bathe in its waters, paying homage to their ancestors and to their gods by cupping the water in their hands, lifting it and letting it fall back into the river; they offer flowers and rose petals and float shallow clay dishes filled with oil and lit with wicks (diyas). On the journey back home from the Ganges, they carry small quantities of river water with them for use in rituals (Ganga jal, literally water of the Ganga) When a loved one dies, Hindus bring the ashes of the deceased person to the Ganges River.
Holly men offer blessings and the air is heady with incense, the sounds of chanting and small children asking tourists to buy post cards.
We viewed the scene from a small row boat.
Amazing photos…loving your posts 🙂
Karin, thanks so much, its a joy to share.
Thank you so much for sharing your trip with us…………you savor with an artist’s eye, making your photography simply breathtaking.
Kay, as I mentioned I enjoy sharing with like minded people.