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Serene Holy Man at Pashupatinath Temple, Kathmandu, Nepal

The blazing sun warms the sacred grounds of Pashupatinath Temple as we wander its every corner, camera in hand. A bead of sweat trails down my leg; I duck under a shaded eave for relief.

In the sunlit courtyard of a nearby temple, an elderly man captures my gaze, seated calmly at its heart.

Serene Holy Man at Pashupatinath Temple, Kathmandu, Nepal

Cross-legged on a straw mat that shields his bare feet from the scorching cement, he smokes a cigarette, a pack and matches laid before him.

His movements flow with effortless tranquility, radiating profound peace. Though his identity remains a mystery, he embodies the spirit of a holy man, enveloped in an aura of sanctity—and a wisp of smoke.

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