Updated: Mar 4
Friday, February 24th, 2023
Our group of ten, all part of the Mayapura thespian experience, namely, Kunti, Vya, Dhruva, Chris, Anya, Annapurna, Mahadeva, Jambhavan, Parama Karuna, and I, went through hours of travel. It began with luggage all lined up for a twelve-seater van to come. That one hour was a happy one milling through the songs of a sadhana program during the wait. Once our driver arrived, we were hurried to exit with some reluctance for we were leaving the holy place of Mayapura. Naturally, we moved forward with anticipation for destination Krishna’s land – Vrindavan.
The road was bumpy in Bengal, but smooth in Uttar Pradesh, and with a flight in between, every last one of us went out like a light. A meal on Air India was helpful, though bland. WE joked, “We’re not complaining, but the food on the plane was very plain.”
We hit other such light moments. At the Delhi Airport, when I visited, in what I call ‘the bladder room’, the fellow next to me at the sink decided he would get as close to having a shower as possible. After cupping his hands, he threw a good portion of water aimed at his face, as well as the two people on either side of him – me being one of them. He surely was in his own bubble. We didn’t exist. When he bent over near the faucet for a nose-snot-shot, I quickly got out of there! Good gracious!
We finally arrived at Vrindavan and were greeted by devotees, the deities, prasadam.
We went through crazy traffic and not the best smells. I believe this sacred space of Krishna requires more love and attention. The mantra is here. The puja is here. The bhakti is here. Something’s missing.
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!