Postcards from memories # 8

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Varanasi, also know the spiritual capital of India is a town that has a million stories hidden in those dingy lanes and beautiful riverbeds. 






The city is best seen in a cycle rickshaw, adding that much needed historic charm to it. Time just goes back, almost a decade or two back for you there.


And then the beauty turns mesmerizing as the sun goes down.






And then the magical Ganga Arti, you cannot miss it for anything in life!


P.S: That's it as of now. Next week some more glimpes into Varanasi :) Hope you are enjoying this trip!

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