a hectic last minute train shuffle brought us back to kolkata from varanasi, where we did the puja to immerse my father’s ashes into the ganga on new year’s eve.
i am overwhelmed. i can’t write about it now, much less even think about making audio from this experience. there was so much sound i wanted to capture but i am beginning to realize that now i think i am going to have to let it go. to filter it and remake it for others to hear somehow.
going there made me realize the ganga is indeed a goddess. every night we were there we watched the aarathi from a boat on the water. never have i felt so thankful to…what? be alive? fulfill my father’s last wishes? be in varanasi? not sure. there is a lot i am not sure about. but thankful nonetheless.