Seeing the abundance of life on the streets of Varanasi, it’s so easy to forget the life above. To forget the hundreds of monkeys roaming through people’s balconies, jumping over each other’s’ backs, fighting for a piece of fruit they snatched the same morning. To forget about the tens of kids reigning just below the clouds, painting the area above our heads with the colors of their kites. To forget about the lonely mother looking down on us from her window, bringing her baby closer to her chest, examining the chaos below she’ll have to release her child into.