The Pause and the Space in Between: Dispatch from Varanasi India has a way of rearranging you. I came here for a project bringing embodiment into international education, and decided to visit the one Indian city that has called me for years: Varanasi, the city of life and death. It’s the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world — a place where dawn begins with conch shells and dusk ends with fires on the ghats. And within hours, I understood why I’d been dragging my feet on giving my German translator the rewrite she requested. I realised the woman who
The Pause and the Space in Between: Dispatch from Varanasi