It was two o’clock in the morning. My airplane from Frankfurt had arrived in Delhi one hour late. Would my taxi still be waiting? Going through customs was quick, so I rushed out through the main gate and saw a man motioning toward me. He recognized Prabhupada’s white elephant! Within minutes, we were on our way to Sri Vrindavana Dhama.
Five thousand years ago, when Akrura traveled from Mathura to Vrindavana, he felt unqualified to see the Lord, even though he brimmed with devotion to Krishna. H
