Masaan Review

Masaan Review, On the banks of the Ganges, a pyre burns. Flames, fattened by wood, dance manically around a dark shape that you can barely make out, so bright is the firelight. A young man stands at the pyre with a long wooden pole in his hand. He watches it with a casual, unperturbed expression. At one point, he stabs at the pyre with the pole... Continue Reading...