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Part two. 

'Varanasi' 

"It is pronounced to be the city of 'Lord Shiva,' not only in India but in the entire world."

The integrity of this city is that it is not only the oldest but one of the holiest cities known in the cosmos too. It is conceived that the path of land lying between the two tributes of the Ganges- Varuna, and Asi which flank its northern and southern borders, was named 'Varanasi' the holiest of all pilgrimages. In the sixth century, B.C Varanasi became the capital of the kingdom of Kashi. 

It is a city situated in the northern Indian state of U.P Categorically, Varanasi is not merely a name which has been known in the entire world but it has come to be known by different names:

Kashi, Banaras, Benaras and many more, apparently. 

Articulately, Varanasi is not only a city of eight letters; perhaps, because steeped in tradition and mythology legacy, Kashi is believed to be the 'Original ground' created by 'Lord Shiva,' and 'Goddess Parvati.'

In the 6th century B.C during that time 'Lord Buddha' delivered his first sermon at Sarnath just 10 kilometres away from Varanasi. Since primitive times Varanasi came to be known in the cosmos not because of its Bethel but also because of its best city and for its sanctity, scriptures, mythologies and monks. Varanasi has always been an intriguing city since primordial times. It has intrigued people from all over the world to visit and inhale the purity and solemness of this metropolis. Inquisitively; pilgrims, worshippers, devotees and devout and many more other people come to visit Varanasi, not because of the rumours but to gratify their own curiosity.

This is the only city where four universities are located. Although Varanasi is an immemorial city, the peace we get when seated by the shores of the ghats- is relishing.

This is the very city of hustle and bustle. Amid chores, people always find their way in front of temples probably because the city itself is called the "City of temples" as there are thousands of them.

As far as I know, people came here to live in 1200 B.C. Now we can almost predict how old the city could be.

You can actually sense how normal the people are. How easily you can find half of the population on ghats or temples, nevertheless on the bank of the river and how people just after completing their morning routines would merrily wait for the food shop to open up so they could dig into the delicious puri- jalebi every morning. Even the foreigners would wander around from temple to temple before indulging themselves in the food shops of different streets happily while devouring the un-considerable taste.

Although, you can undoubtedly find incisive people with chauvinistic attitudes. The people of Varanasi cannot be predicted, however. This is the city where you would eventually find all sorts of different kinds of indignant and whimsical yet manipulative people. 

Simultaneously on the other side, you can find— docile, ingenious, naive, unparalleled, even too innocent, and preposterous yet innovative people.

Astonishingly, the smells, the ruckus, and the sound of the ghats are unpredictable but not to forget the lofty yet wild feelings we get when sitting on the steps of the stairs— and not to mention the exquisiteness of the sunset at the time of dusk. How beautiful the scenes always are. As stated, pilgrims from different parts of cities come here to wash away their sins and for the cremation of their loved ones. And not to forget the 'Moksha' they get after doing so.

It has been considered like that as far as anyone could remember. However, the feelings of calmness and elation are incredulous. Hence, the feeling of solemnity and peace could only be realised by sitting on the bank of the river. It always had been peaceful and diverting from the struggles every human has to go through. One would know by visiting there by themselves and as far as I know,  I'd love to indulge myself again and again in the depths of the river Ganga.

Being born in this spiritual city is like you have been rewarded by 'Lord Shiva' itself.

The spiritual city—of  Varanasi has always been a mesmerising sight for pilgrims. They come from across the cosmos to feed their nests of inquisitiveness and curiosity about these very metropolises. Thus, we can say that Varanasi is a spiritually elevated city recognized for its beauty, profound learning, and gradualness. 

In fact, Varanasi is the centre of all learning.

My mother used to intone the same thing over and over again with a certain enthusiasm in her tone, making me exhilarated as well with her. 

"Why do you love this city so much, Maa?" Grinning at her elated face I would ask the same question wherever she used to chant repeatedly regarding Varanasi.

"You would come to know soon, my love!" she would say that always instead, not answering my question straight off while caressing my cheeks lovingly. "When you have grown up yourself."

I was a mere child around six years but the ecstasy of knowing more about anything and everything that I would hear somewhere somehow fascinated me to no end. Perchance, that was why she did not answer me directly because I was a mere child perhaps.

Perhaps.

A single—burning tear leapt down my cheek. Whatsoever, I wiped it with my shaking- cold trembling fingers but the stain remained untouched. 

Now, how I would do anything right away to have my parents back with us. My soul cried.

Breathing heavily through my mouth, I tried to resurface from the sea of memories as another sudden searing thought about my uncle perturbed me to a new core.

I could not lose him too.

I just could not. My mind was at the edge as I mused about the outcome. And I won't let that happen. Now, will I? I will not. I had already lost two closest people in our lives. I just couldn't lose another one. I just wouldn't. And I will not. I parroted inwardly without any stoppage. 

Unintentionally, another tear leaked out from the corner of my eye. My heart sank even more knowing my uncle would be doing his best in searching for us. 

In this very democratic country, how can these atrocities happen to any of the citizens? This is just so atrocious and cruel. I wondered. When really would the women of the country be free against the clutches of thugs and monsters like him? Did it still mean that the women of India are still slaves and not free?

Having blinked a couple of times from my disorientation, I sighed- a long sigh full of woes and agony. Was this happening? Was it? Still, somewhat in a daze, I contemplated. It really was. And, according to me, the women still weren't free. If they were, this type of atrocity shouldn't be happening in the very first place. I speculated, convincingly. 

I breathed again as fast as I could at my weariness and, somewhat trying to endure the fatigue as long as I could within, I blinked, repeatedly. 

Shiv Ji helped me. Please. In my psyche, I prayed and beseeched the almighty at last.

“Let us get through this. Please, let us get through it.”

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