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At Assi Ghat, in Varanasi, time didn’t move forward. It swirled. Every morning at 4:00 a.m., an old woman named Amma sat on the fourth step from the water. No one knew her name. Everyone called her Amma—even those older than her. She had no ashram, no beads, no following. Only a thin cotton shawl, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com