On my way to Acro Yoga, I met this man. He has been growing his hair for 40 years. He eats one meal a day and spends the rest doing meditation and yoga. He was a very sweet man, and very spiritual.
The black-face monkeys are my favorite. They are so gentle and peaceful unlike the red monkeys in India that will attack you if they see you with any kind of food.
The real tragedy of the poor, is the poverty of their aspirations.
A sadhu reciting mantras along the Ganga in Varanasi.
One of the best ways to get around Varanasi and other cities (besides walking) is by cycle-rickshaw.
Shanti, Shanti. No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
Relaxing at Monkey Temple in Hampi. The Monkey Temple on Anjenaya Hill, where one has to climb 572 steps to reach, is a temple in Hampi with a deity of Hanuman, the monkey shaped God who is considered as a devoted disciple and very strong warrior of Lord Rama. This is one of the finest spots to give the feast to the eyes by witnessing the Hampi’s sunrise and sunset. The hillock around the temple is vibrant and climate is dynamic, one can take thrill by trekking to the temple.