From my diary in Varanasi:
This morning, like so many previous mornings, i woke up to the sound of monkeys tapping my window. Sometimes the monkeys fight and make such horrible noise in the middle of the night when the city is theirs while people sleep. A few days back we had to postpone english lessons i was suppose to give because the monkeys had invaded our classroom. But from far away or behind a window the monkeys are sweet and a joy to look at.
We also have a regular evening guest at the German Bakery: a holy cow. She has realized that the delicious left-overs are thrown away in the late evening, so she stands guard by the door with her beautiful horns.
Around almost each corner one can see new born puppies, that are quite unlikely to survive more than a month in the city. But varanasi is a good place to die, if the body is put in the holy river then one is free from the circle of life and gets into heaven. lucky puppies!
One can often see buffaloes enjoying their baths in river Ganga, or marching slowly in the streets towards the water. Mice are living in almost every restaurant and kitchen. They are sweet and tiny and fast. Did you know that the god Ganesh also had a mouse?
No comments:
Post a Comment