I’m trying to concentrate on the gravity of the moment and accurately repeat the Sanskrit words of the priest, but it’s hard to ignore so overwhelming a setting. I’m in Haridwar, northern India, sitting on a small square of marble that projects into the rushing River Ganges. Thousands of Indians splash in the river to cleanse sins, acquire merit and have fun; loudspeakers blare a curious mixture of recorded prayers and security warnings; the smell of incense, spices and hot human flesh fills my nostrils, while the sunlight has the diffuse, liquid richness that I have only ever seen in the subcontinent. Read the full story here.
Image Credit: More Ganges pictures from The Third Collection