March, Music, and the Ghats of Time - Varanasi 2026

This year, in March, I was privileged to get a chance to visit one of the oldest cities in the world with my friend, with almost zero money of my own, because the whole trip was purely sponsored by him.

What stayed with me the most were the ghats of the city, a place where, in a single stretch of time, you can witness and feel almost every emotion a human being can ever experience in a lifetime. Peace, devotion, chaos, silence, joy, grief, wonder, everything flows there like the river itself. In the late evening, when the city slowly turns golden, some people gather to perform and showcase their skills in music, and in that moment, the air itself feels alive, carrying rhythm, soul, and stories from centuries gone by.

I also got the chance to visit , one of my dream universities. Walking through its campus felt special not just because of its legacy, but because it quietly reminded me that some places live in your mind long before your feet finally reach them.

That trip was not about money. It was about experience, friendship, and witnessing a city that makes you feel life in its rawest and richest form.