This morning I walked from my hotel(?) to Neem Karoli Baba's Ashram. On my way I passed trough the oldest and poorest parts of Vrindavan.
I saw for the first time how most of India lives. Passing along the river I saw people bathing at the local Ghats and all the garbage/sewage that pours into the Ghat.


Recently there was a project to erect and overhead highway that would connect Delhi to Vrindavan. This overhead highway was planned to go right over the holiest Ghat in all of Vrindavan and therefore the project was put on hold. The consequence of this is a great juxtaposition of the new construction popping up all over India and the oldest of old.


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