Bhakti Wisdom

 “What’s your favourite activity in Vrindavan?” someone asked. “Walking around, observing devotees, animals, temples, worship rituals, and the daily life of people here,” I replied. Today, as I strolled to my secluded spot for meditation, I crossed a busy road and noticed a middle-aged sadhu sitting by the side of…

Children begging for donations, dogs barking at each other, monkeys snatching food from vendors, rickshaw drivers trying to attract customers, and the incessant music from local shops drowning out the soothing kirtan from temples—these were the sights and sounds that greeted me as I strolled along the Yamuna River. Amidst…

I was returning from my last walk in England before a long flight to Vrindavan when I encountered a middle-aged man with long, unkempt hair. He appeared rough and dishevelled, suggesting that he might be under the influence of drugs. “Why are you always so happy?” he asked. Evidently, he…