Evening Raga

This last evening by the Ganges was sadly haunting, especially with the sound of the flute drifting along the river. The beauty of this river cannot be taken away by the many rafts now descending through this area. The sound of rushing water drowns out the traffic noise on the other bank and the air feels cool and clean. Happily, even in this day and age, it still feels like the Great Holy River of the Indian Subcontinent.

Musical Swami (holy man) in more detail.