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                in the first four or five minutes, which establishes the unique
                atmosphere of the bathing ghats in Benares. To quote the pub-
                lished screenplay:


                   A train rumbles across a bridge. Through the window, steel


                   girders flash past, revealing brief glimpses of a wide river, the
                   holy Ganges.
                     TITLE: Varanasi [Benares]. Year 1327 (Bengali calendar)
                   [1920].
                     Dawn over the city of Varanasi. Near the ghat, an old man


                   stands on a flat roof, scattering grain. A flock of pigeons fl utter
                   over the roofs of buildings, the air reverberating with the noise
                   of their wings. There are pigeons everywhere, on the carved

                   temple walls, on the thatch covering of sunshades on the ghat
                   steps, over the water at the edge of the river. They come fl ap-

                   ping their wings at the call of the old man, and settle down on
                   the roof where he stands. There are people everywhere too. An

                   old widow sits praying under a torn sunshade. Men, women
                   and children bathe in the river. Th e kathak thakurs recite holy
                   verses, surrounded by devotees. The temple bells ring in the

                   morning air. In the river, boats lie moored in the shallows.
                   Fishing nets rest against the walls of the ghat.
                     Harihar carries the holy water of the river in a little brass
                   pot, up the steps of the ghat. He stops to collect his glasses
                   from another kathak who sits under a neighbouring sunshade
                   on the steps, smears some sindur [vermilion] on his forehead

                   from the coconut shell that the kathak offers him, then goes
                   up the steps again. He enters one of the narrow meandering
                   lanes of the city, sprinkling holy water on the deities placed
                   on either side of the lane. He turns into a narrower lane and
                   enters a door on the right. It is an old-fashioned brick house.

                   The rooms, in two storeys, are built around a small courtyard.


                   The Rays live on the ground floor. Sarbajaya is washing the
                   courtyard, sweeping the water away with a broom. Harihar
                   hangs his shawl on the clothes-line.







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