Here, at our next stop, we are in for a nice surprise. The temple Twain described is, or rather was, “Dalbhyeswar, on the bluff overlooking the Ganges, so you must go back to the river.” It has since been washed away in one of the floods and has now become a kind of unofficial wedding ghat and if you are lucky—and the bride and groom need an astrologically auspicious day to marry—you will see a constant colorful procession of splendidly dressed young Indians go to and from the water’s edge. In a ceremony with the Brahmin standing in the Ganges and the couple just in front of him on the shore, surrounded by the newly extended family, they bow and scoop up the Ganges water, pouring it over the hands and face and yes, drinking some of it too.
(The Indian Equator p 78)