Varanasi

It is still a couple of hours before dawn when Jutash commences his way¬† to Desiwashed’s main ghat. Yesterday’s demise scavenged earlier by dogs and cows makes walking through Varanasi’s dark alleys extra treacherous. This early rise is no ordinary compared with Jutash’s norm which would involve some early house errands before heading to the local learning centre. Today the space he scours selling postcards to support his family has awaken fully transformed: a continuous stream of candles are drifting down the Ganges forming an infinite flickering snake. Fireworks are scratching the distant sky with golden claws. Although Jutash is deaf, he can smell the powder and feel the vibrations of huge crackers going off around him. His condition adds an extra challenge to an education that cannot be afforded by his family and solely lies on the hands of a small NGO which struggles to provide structure due to the erratic attendance of both volunteers and pupils.

The stairs leading to the shore are packed with people resting side by offerings composed of fruit, flowers and candles beautifully arranged on trays and guarded by an intense incense aroma. Others have their bodies half submerged in the river. The whole city eagerly awaits a sunrise that will bring rest to a colourful week of religious celebrations. Jutash is determined to find a clear spot in this human labyrinth. In his quest he reaches the main crematorium, guarded by a large wood reservoir where raging fire pillars purify the death by side of grieving relatives.

Excitement is teaming; the sun evasively ducks beneath a hazy sky. No more hesitation Jutash pushes through a human wall and jumps into the Ganges  swiftly swimming inwards between tired boats. A roar of screams and drums finally salutes the mighty sun. Jutash hands emerge from the water into the air.

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Todavia faltan dos horas para que el alba nos ofrezca la luz del sol cuando Jutash comienza su camino hacia el banco Desiwashed. los despojos de ayer rapinados por perros y vacas callejeras entorpezen el andar por los oscuros callejones de Varanasi. este despertar es especial en comparacion con la rutina de Jutash la cual incorporaria algun recado mananero antes de emprender camino al colegio. Hoy el lugar en el que vende postales para ayudar a su familia a despertado totalmente transformado; una interminable fila de velas se desliza sobre el Ganjes formando una serpiente brillante. Fuegos artificiales aranan el horizonte con garras doradas. Aunque Jutas es sordo, puede oler la polvora quemada que petardos desprenden al estallar alrededor suyo. su condicion anade otro desafio a una educacion que sus padres no pueden permitirse y que cae exclusivamente en las manos de una ONG local cual batalla por proveer structura debido a la incosistente atendencia de ambos voluntarios y estudiantes.

Las escaleras de la orilla estan ocupadas por gente guardando ofrendas compuestas de fruta, flores y velas organizadas bellamente en bandejas y guardadas por un intenso aroma a incienso. Otra gente esta medio sumergida en el rio. La ciudad espera con ganas un amanecer que dara final a una colorida semana cargada de festejos religiosos. Jutash esta determinado a encontrar un hueco en este laberinto humano. En su busqueda Jutash pasa por el Crematorio principal guardado por una inmensa fortaleza de madera y donde pillares de fuego purifican muertos en compania de familiares allegados. El ambiente esta creciendo; el sol se evade detras de un cielo nublado. Jutas no puede esperar mas y penetra un pared humana para saltar al Ganjes, el empieza a nadar entre barcas cansadas. Un rugido de gritos y tambores saluda al imponente sol. las manos de Jutas emergen del agua queriendo tocal el cielo.

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Agra

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From the casual romantic encounter through daring leaps above the main bazaar, monkeys control Agra’s skyline. The city’s view from the rooftops reveal streets snowed with flowers and flickering lights blurred by a thin curtain of fireworks smoke. Diwali celebrations have begun; the parade sluggishly crawl through the dim corners of the old city religiously chased by infants addicted to powder smell.

Desde los casuales encuentros romanticos hasta desafiantes saltos oimpicos sobre el mercado los monos controllan la silueta de Agra. La vista de la ciudad desde los tejados revela calles nevadas con flores y luces intermitentes a traves de un filtro de humo residual de fuegos artificiales. Las celebraciones del importante festival Diwali han comenzado. La procesion de carrozas avanza lentamente doblando las tenues esquinas de la ciudad antigua, perseguida por ninos adictos al olor de polvora.

 

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Delhi

traffic in Delhi

Life frenetically splashes in every direction, dripping down Delhi’s decaying architectural cacophony which serves as a perfect backdrop for an erratic traffic that endlessly leaks through tired asphalt. In juxtaposition with the west, you can see people working in the streets; crafting a living out of need and ingenuity. A myriad of small independent outlets cling into every inch of pavement; leaving no space for catching a breath. Hungry people eat in front of oily stalls on top of discarded leftovers whilst others sleep roughly on the street barely a few feet away.

Delhi is massive and stands impossibly encrypted with its elusive, hazy skyline. The colorful lights of a busy night bazaar reveal mountains of goods, the sturdy pace of a stray cow and the hustle of a group of street musicians shattering the ground’s dust.

afternoon nap

Unmissable.

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Pedazos de vida resbalan sobre las decadentes fachadas de Delhi; un escenario perfecto para un trafico caotico que se filtra interminablemente por un aslfalto cansado. en comparacion con el Oeste, aqui puedes ver a gente trabajando en las calles; esculpiendo un jornal a base de ingenio y necesidad. Cientos the pequenos negocios independients se apinan en cada centimetro de calle no dejando espacio para tomar un respiro. Gente ambrienta come enfrente de chiringitos grasientos y sobre desperdicios mientras que unos pasos mas alante otros duermen a pierna suelta encima del asfalto a plena luz del mediodia.

Delhi es un Gigante imposible de descifrar con su evasiva y borrosa silueta. Las luces coloridas de un animado mercado nocturno revelan montanas de genero, el tosco andar de una vaca descauciada y el fervor de unos musicos callegeros levantando el polvo del suelo.

Unico.

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Precious | Precioso

A first love reunion has reshaped Sergio’s life; he has blossomed to be a fantastic surrogate father. Cristina has shifted Sergio’s compass towards a fresh and exciting challenge by sprinkling in his path two pristine gems; Alba and Tiego will instantly steal your heart. they will charm you with sheer innocence, they will soften your rugged soul.

El reencuentro del primer amor a covertido a Sergio en un padre nato. Cristina ha agraciado su camino con dos joyas valiosas. Alba y Tiego te robaran el corazon; te embrujaran con su inocencia pura, suavizaran tu alma agrietada.

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Beginings | Comienzos

I had to pay a unmissable visit to my folk before I head for India in a week’s time. I had a great welcome from my dad in the airport; in the evening I visited my lovely gran with my mum and sweet niece. It was extraordinary to see the three of them together; to see the different stages of life in their faces and attitudes. We visited a playground and the meeting of two boys struck me; their attitude was so different from my niece’s Sara; all they could think was fighting, they were graphic and violent. In commparison Sara only wanted attention.

No podia perderme la sagrada visita a mi familia antes de empezar el viaje en India. Obtuve una agradable bienvenida de mi padre en el aeropuerto. Visite a mi abuela por la tarde acompanado de mi dulce sobrina y madre. Es impresionante ver las diferentes etapas de la vida en sus caras y comportamiento. Fuimos al parque y el encuentro con dos chicos me resulto peculiar; solo hablaban de juegos violentos sin embargo my sobrina Sara solo queria atencion.

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