By Jananivas Das
Last evening, our home was filled with new and old faces, all gathered around the sweetness of Krishna’s name; it was an intimate, wonderful program. And afterward, I found myself wondering — what did they actually take with them when they left?
Not the words. Words are only the vehicle. Within a day, most of what was said about Krishna’s pastimes, His nature, His call to the soul — most of it will blur, paraphrase itself, or vanish entirely. This is simply how memory works. We
