Varanasi, one of India’s holiest cities, is where people come to die and achieve liberation upon the never extinguished funeral pyres. Directly across on the Eastern bank, it is barren since time immemorial except for those who gather straw and wood for the pyres across the way; and, body parts, like this skull from people who could not afford wood for a funeral pyre. Their body was wrapped, submerged into the river, the swift current taking it downstream, only to be washed ashore, desiccated and to bare witness of the ongoing play of life and death across the river.