AS THE BELLS sound from the temples, in the fading golden light of the sun, people gather near the banks of River Ganga. We see them praying, murmuring, smiling, chanting, singing – indeed, one can witness infinite forms of expression. Here pilgrims offer boats made of leaves, as small as two cupped hands, carrying flowers and oil lamps. These shimmering lights with dancing flames move rapidly over the water, and their reflection creates a mystical sight.
Behind the scene there is a philosophical backdrop of liberation from the cycle of life and death, and many different tales emerge from it. ...
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