In 1990, I again visited Vrindavan, a holy place in North India. I had been there fifty-odd times before and knew its every nook and corner. Things changed little with time in these relatively remote places. So, even on this visit everything looked familiar, but with Radhanath Swami
After reading Radhanath Swami’s The Journey Home,
Premaka, our simple house maid, has been with us ever since she came to Mumbai twelve years ago. She embraced spiritual life almost immediately after she was employed; my family’s spirituality was perhaps a little too contagious.
To be a dentist to Radhanath Swami can be an unnerving experience if you are an amateur. “Why are you doing this?
Many memories are washed off by time, but some remain vivid—especially those that touch emotions. People of influence spur emotions of awe and reverence, and thus create telling memories in those they meet. Radhanath Swami’s first visit
