1986
Dear Çréla Prabhupäda,
WHILE OFFERING my obeisances unto you, I visualize your lotus feet, so soft and so tenderly pink. I wish I could become a speck of dust and cling onto them forever. They are the most wonderful shelter, and who needs it more than I? I am your youngest son, and most probably that is why you showered so much affection upon me. You allowed me to stay with you all the time, and whenever I went anywhere, you asked me, "Where did you go?" I used to give some quick excuses. B