Enveloped in spirituality, Banaras was home to the tranquility that could wipe away every trace of restlessness. The city woke up to skies painted in shades of saffron and slept in the shimmering lights reflecting from the ghaats.Pillars of temples rose high up and birds opened their wings to soar in bliss. Even before the sun came up, Banaras was already immersed in mesmerizing voices of the devotees who sang to their Gods and the Ganga. This was a primary reason, besides the rejuvenating early morning sunrays sliding in through the crimson curtains of the room, that Piya never really needed an alarm.