An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

Chapel Hill, North Carolina, a university town. It was
Christmas break, and not many students were
around. Sitting in the parked car at night, I wondered
what I was doing there. Although I yearned for my
homeland while in India, I felt out of place here too. I
decided to go back to India, perhaps to spend the rest
of my life. It was much easier to live as a mendicant
monk there than in North America, and I wanted to
see Lalita Prasad again.
I left the new devotee at the Washington temple.
Jananivas and I drove to New York. I sold the car
to the temple, got an entry visa, and bought a roundtrip
ticket to Delhi. Jananivas got money from his parents
and went with me.
It felt good to be back in India. Jananivas and I
landed in Delhi, December 12, 1973. It was almost
nine months since I left India to go to Canada. The
smell of dung and spices in the air as I got off the
plane was exhilarating. It felt like I was home again.
The weather was sunny and crisp. The exotic sights
and sounds seemed familiar. I had an entry visa that
would allow me to stay in India for years, and I considered
spending the rest of my life there.
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We took a cab to the Delhi ISKCON temple and
stayed the night. Delhi held no attraction for me. The
temple engaged in business and politics as usual.
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