BHU

I visited the wonderful expanses of one of India's oldest universities, the Benares Hindu University. Walking through the greens was refreshing. And with Gabriel, the laughs, my boatman on the fringes, a lassi spiked with Bhaang, every step, every second seemed like it contained a million different moments. Riding back, the images started to kick in. Every second was new, fresh. Getting off at Godolia and walking back to my room on the Ghats, I seemed to observe every single detail, every face that passed me, every little scene in the minutest of details. The world of Benares is truly something else. There is an electricity here that I cannot express in words.