At 14 every decent looking guy would look smart to a girl's eyes and if she
gets a chance to visit Varanasi, well no more explanations needed. I got that
chance. 2 days visit to Varanasi to dip my head in the (not so clean) pure
Ganges water, to visit the temples, bottled the Ganga jal to bring back home
and to enrich my eyes.
Maybe I was not too old to long for sarees then so it was my mom's job to
pester dad for the same or was I interested much in the art and literature of
the place except what my history books taught me which said Varanasi was ruled
by Kasi king and is a city which is more than 3000 years old. I was shocked to
see the Ganges which is known for its purity and is prayed as the Goddess being
really dirty.
I noticed many people in saffron dresses with long hairs sitting
on the bank of the river and also on the either side of the roads. I noticed
the route to the temple was like climbing a hill and was very narrow (but I
loved climbing it a lot). I also noticed that the guys who looked uneducated
not so clean/perfect/decently dressed still managed to look good to my eyes.
Maybe it is with the place, maybe it is with the water or maybe it is with my age
then... But I still call it the land of cute boys.
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