River ghat

A river ghat in India is a special place. A place of gathering, festivities, worship and much more. Celebrations of all life's vital events are associated with sacred rivers and the ghats are the best places to perform rituals related to birth, wedding and death. While the river Ganges is the holiest river of North India, the river Narmada has its own place and importance in Central India. Here I was, following another busy day, for an evening in the ghats of Narmada; and thankfully not during a festive day. Here then are some of the pictures I captured in one of many Narmada's ghats!

the river ghat


temple by the river

dusk at the ghat


the last steps in the ghat

the gods must be cozy

stairway to the river

some for worship , some for business


vermillion splendour


wooden toys and articles bizzare!



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