This temple challenged me greatly. I must admit, I could not wait to get out of there once I was inside, yet when reflecting, I am glad I visited and had the chance to feel uncomfortable. Being a white woman, I was a minority and stared at by everyone there. There were bodies being cremated right in front of me and being pushed into the cement creek below.
I say that it challenged my identity because I went there believing that I embraced difference and culture but realised that when placed into an environment where the caste system is explicit and "in your face" That I struggled with it immensely and did not embrace any of it. That being said, it was an experience I'll never forget
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