Varanasi’s faces morph with the moving clouds, transforming, suspended in ageless expression. Observing the city at night, from the holy River Ganges is viewing the city in a different light — peaceful and majestic with a flare of the otherworldly. Wooden boats crowd the waterway in ceremony. Funeral piers blaze freeing souls into the wind. Desired manifestations lit and sent floating in the current.
In the hours of darkness winding walkways unlock visual oddities earlier hidden by a harsh sun’s glare. Evening cool alters the pace. Chai simmers in blackened pots under the glow of iridescent lighting. Scents of savory masala pour through the air mingling whiffs with sugary sweets and incense. Her grotesque and cruel façade, sculpted into a softer shape of calm.