The season, of course, was winter.The vapour in the air stung like dry ice and smelled of camphor. Slowly, Varanasi appeared through the mist, its faint ramparts and shikharas the colour of dirty bone. I had arrived in the city at dawn, and warmed by
The season, of course, was winter.The vapour in the air stung like dry ice and smelled of camphor. Slowly, Varanasi appeared through the mist, its faint ramparts and shikharas the colour of dirty bon… [+6589 chars]
