By Visvambhara Das
A crowd of people were waiting for someone to come out of the car in the motorway service area. When he came out, he came towards me. He had bodyguards keeping the crowd distant. Because he was wearing a mask, I couldn’t recognize him, but l placed the Bhagavad Gita in his hand. He said to me, “l recognize you. You are someone famous.” l replied, ” l am not famous. l am a man of God.” He said, “If you’re a man of God, pray for me.” I replied, “If you read this book, l’ll pray
