Friday, 22 May 2015 | Views [78] | Scholarship Entry
I was in Haridwar, where sin and ash were drained in the brown flood of the Ganga. I stood in a market of myth, where shops faced other shops. A slim street made of big broken stones ran between them, drain water seeped through the cracks, which mucky-... Read more >
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