The Monsoon in Varanasi, in this particular year, began with a dust storm. As I walked along the Ghats of India’s holiest city, the strong wind came out of nowhere, kicking up sand from the banks of the Ganga.
Within seconds of taking this photo (not edited) I could no longer see the river. I felt like my skin was being ripped apart as I stumbled up the stairs and into the narrow passage way leading back to my guest house.
And then the sky opened up and the rains came.