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We disembarked from our boat and passed a group of mourners gathered around a burning body.

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Some men were coming out of the Ganges after their swim and bath.

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Fog giving the river and its west bank a dreamy appearance. The Dashashwamedh Ghat
looked different from the night before.

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In the “Raja’s” cremation ghat the burning was continuous.

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A woman was washing her clothes nearby.

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A few steps away, several women of various ages in saris of several colors
were getting off a boat at the river’s bank.

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Next to the monastery, on the other side of a dividing stairway, was a Naga: ...

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On the short retaining walls of this ghat near the river we read this inscription:
“Fortunate are the people who reside on the banks of the Ganges.”

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We were now passing several boats with vendors who proffered souvenirs on the river.

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“Naga: a holy man who is usually nude,” standing in a difficult yoga position.

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On a platform a teacher was conducting a ceremony with a small group.

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It was tomato-red, but strangely yellow on the inside.

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On the bank of the river we saw a “holy” man in a red turban.

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Then the sun came out.

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Its reflection in the water was like a fire.

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