A Pilgrimage to India

3 weeks in india

On the final evening of my brief sojourn in India, I found myself standing on the revered banks of the Ganges River in Varanasi, hailed by many as one of the holiest places on Earth. Surrounded by a sea of thousands, I felt an unparalleled sense of vitality, gazing upon the locals and embracing the pulsating life that surrounded me. I had never felt more in tune, sweatier, or as alive as I did then, and in that moment, I made a solemn promise to myself.

The traditional dance on the banks of the Ganges in Varanasi is a nightly spectacle that captivates visitors from across the globe. This mesmerizing performance, characterized by simple candlelit movements accompanied by rhythmic sounds of bells and ethereal wafts of smoke, holds a unique charm. What sets this dance apart is its unwavering constancy, occurring every single day throughout the entire year. It has become a sacred ritual, drawing people together from diverse corners of the world. And while we don’t share the same languages, cultures, upbringings or narratives, for this moment in time, we all share the same space.

India is indescribable. Its crowds, colors, smells, chants and prayers attack the senses in the most insatiable way. We were awed by caves from 5th century B.C., floated down the holy Ganges river, witnessed bodies being cremated and danced amongst bursts of bright colors during the Holi Festival. 

Three short weeks in India were simultaneously peaceful and exhilarating. It felt as though we had spent a lifetime there, and yet I still craved more time. Overall the trip was completely life changing. These few photos could never hope to portray an entire culture or country, but attempt to present a small glimpse into India through the eyes of a foreigner.

My promise to myself was that I will return to this Holy Land. And that I still haven’t accomplished, but I know in the deepest part of my spirit that I will one day, and it will rejuvenate my soul.