Back in the alleys

Of varanasi...

Here quieter, backpackers gone and silence, of a noisy, sort on the ghats: the balance changes with the season as heat pushes us north now...and maybe there's a silence of faces gone here, now: the ghats have resumed to chatter, no music these few days, a changed vibe...kind of a season's end and yet the pilgrims arrive, saddhus line the ghats and the flotilla of small boats announce sunset and, probably, sunrise...the dealers are frantic chasing down any foreign face in their mantras of availability, disheartened attempts in the faded season...

but it's also another ending in approach, two weeks til Delhi and as time runs out I find no urge to rush, no plans and no direction...maybe just quiet time, find a place to listen to the rice grow...dream...maybe some chaos...