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Continue reading →: VrindavanChildren 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…
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Continue reading →: Journey to VrindavanI 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…
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Continue reading →: The 3 D’sI was in the middle of my service when the phone rang. I looked at the phone and saw the name of a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time. I could not pick up at that moment. A few hours later, he called again, and I was still…






