India. Varanasi. Around 5:15AM. I was heading to Ganga( Ganges) river to observe the morning bathing routines and a beautiful sunrise. On my way, I saw so many people sleeping on the streets right on the vendors’ counters, on the curbs, and here, you can see ( in the States we would say “unsupervised”) 5-6 years old child sleeping alone on the rickshaw’s cart.
India. Varanasi. Yearly morning, sometime around 6 AM we were in the labyrinth of the narrow streets next to a crematorium for the poor people. I can’t describe the smell on those streets even at the relatively “fresh” time of the day. This whole scenery stroke me deeply. On the right, you can see the pile of orange plastic covers for the dead bodies. On the back ground you see a man searching through the fabrics which were used for the same purpose. I bet he is going to reuse those somehow(sell to the tourists?). It was difficult to see a small girl in the midst of that without compassion, however it’s a reality for most of Indians.