The city of Varanasi seems to have a twin existence. The lanes of Hinduism바카라s holiest city are witness to the tussle between old, crumbling buildings and nouveau, neat ones, where yoga classes are advertised alongside tutorials on spoken English and saffron robes of monks blend with saffron t-shirts of food delivery boys. It is the city described in Kedarnath Singh바카라s Hindi poem: 바카라Agar dhyaan se dekho /To yeh aadha hai /Aur aadha nahin bhi hai /Jo hai weh khada hai /Bina kisi sthambh ke /Jo nahin hai usey thaamey hai.바카라 (If you look closely, half the city is there, half isn바카라t. What바카라s there stands without a pillar, held by what isn바카라t there).