The emotion that stems from the mysticism of age-old gesture is often not detached from the light of dawn. Even before the sunrise, the Ghats of the “Mother Ganga” start to be alive and the waters are illuminated here and there by the reflections of the funeral pyres that burn corpses. It is a mystic place and at the same time it is one of the world’s most “photographic” places, where also non-believers or non-hindus remain silent to observe the age-old gestures of humans by the water, thinking about anxieties of infinity, supplications to the gods and the conception of reincarnation. A mind’s journey that has already lasted thousands of years for billions of men who have followed on the Ghats, and still continue for billions more in the future. A place like few others in the world