The dead body, so carefully wrapped in white muslin like an Egyptian mummy, slid out of the bearer’s hands and made a gentle splash as it broke the surface of the water. Hardly anyone noticed. The boat that had delivered the body into the river turned around back to the shore where the palace steps were filled with people. It was like a festival; kids were selling garlands of marigolds and floating candles, grown men were jumping off pontoons and women were splashing the cool sacred water on their faces. Every day at sunrise and sunset it’s like this on the Ghats of the Ganges and life comes and goes just as effortlessly.
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