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In the Maze of Brindaban

In the Maze of Brindaban It was in a lane in a maze of lanes in Brindaban. A lane within a lane. We walked out of one lane and into another and emerged into a third lane. Followed and led by monkeys. “Ya Maula! Are these lanes or is this a maze?! Where are we really headed? Which lane? Where is the door we are supposed to knock on?” We looked down at our feet and saw that our shoes were covered with dust. I turned to Gitanjali and asked, “Gitanjali, do you see how dusty these streets are?! Were they like this even during that blessed era? If so, it would’ve been very difficult for Radhaji to meet Krishnaji. His flute must have been enchanting, but could Radhaji have really walked through these lanes barefoot?” As I said this, a white “Mem,” wrapped clumsily in a white khaddar sari, passed by barefoot. She was followed by a young white man, tonsured, a sacred thread around his neck, a long tilak on his forehead. Bespectacled. Wrapped in a saffron dhoti. How at ease he looked walking barefoot! My question answered, I didn’t pay attention to Gitanjali’s response. I saw large images of Radha in http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

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Abstract

It was in a lane in a maze of lanes in Brindaban. A lane within a lane. We walked out of one lane and into another and emerged into a third lane. Followed and led by monkeys. “Ya Maula! Are these lanes or is this a maze?! Where are we really headed? Which lane? Where is the door we are supposed to knock on?” We looked down at our feet and saw that our shoes were covered with dust. I turned to Gitanjali and asked, “Gitanjali, do you see how dusty these streets are?! Were they like this even during that blessed era? If so, it would’ve been very difficult for Radhaji to meet Krishnaji. His flute must have been enchanting, but could Radhaji have really walked through these lanes barefoot?” As I said this, a white “Mem,” wrapped clumsily in a white khaddar sari, passed by barefoot. She was followed by a young white man, tonsured, a sacred thread around his neck, a long tilak on his forehead. Bespectacled. Wrapped in a saffron dhoti. How at ease he looked walking barefoot! My question answered, I didn’t pay attention to Gitanjali’s response. I saw large images of Radha in

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Sep 29, 2015

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