Tag: varanasi
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Grandfather, India
Grandfather, India I was twenty six years old when I saw the Himalayan Mountain range for the first time. I remember how abruptly it rose from the rice paddies like a row of hands signaling “STOP!” “You shall not pass here.” There is a reason the Hindus believe their gods reside in the these mountains.…
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Rinka’s Gift
Rinka….The Flower Girl by Nancy West McGuire Varanasi, India February 2008 It was a birth…that night…lit by the moon… I had been called here to the banks of the Ganges to be born…some 30 years ago…to a place I had only dreamed of…. Pulsating…energy…excitement….every cell alive…anticipation…joy….alive…and waiting to see…to breathe…on my own…out of the darkness…

