A Day in the Life of Banaras

A little monkey clambered his way up the temple almost as soon as the golden rays of the sun caressed the temple&rsquos shikhara. The waters of the Ganga seemed calm and I could see the sun&rsquos reflection glistening on the river&rsquos surface, turning it radiant. Hundreds of birds circled around a few boats on the other side of the river and the ethereal sounds of the boatmen&rsquos calls mingled with the tinkering temple bells turned the atmosphere almost surreal. It was sunrise and I was at the ghats of Banaras, one of the most ancient cities of the world.