Hermit of the concrete jungle

Who are you to question the dictates of your spirit when it asks you to be a recluse? But what sort of a recluse are you without seclusion? The worst sort. The sort that affords himself no peace.

The featured photograph was taken by me near the Dashashwamedh Ghat in Varanasi.

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