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Radha bit me today.
Radha is the name of the parrot who is lovingly being looked after by her owner, Narahari. My finger just got too close to her as I was trying to be friendly. She lives at home with Narahari, a haven of a place with tropical gardens, Koi goldfish fountains, and an exotic home with an Indonesian touch. Narahari has been doing 700 marriages a year at this house of his, which is also a tourist attraction. If you’re getting a marriage solemnized here, just stay away from Radha, who is very pretty to look at with his blood-red feathers.
Now, just across the road, and with a few meters walk, you land yourself on the beach known as Hale’iwa Alii. It was here that our guru, Srila Prabhupada, touched the ocean in the early 70’s, got wet, and splashed himself. Just down the street called Laumilo at number 911, he did spend some days. You can consider this area a place of pilgrimage.
Narahari was relaying this information to Gurudev, Madhan, and I, while we were taking a stroll over the sand. We were actually going to sail today, but high winds restricted us from making the journey to Gilligan’s
Being Sunday, the globally known Hare Krishna Sunday Feast was held at the Iskcon center, where I was asked to speak. My chosen verse was 9.2 from the Gita, and, since tomorrow is the anniversary of the Gita being spoken, which coincidentally falls on the winter solstice this year, it was deemed appropriate to explain how this dialogue brought forth
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May the Source be with you!
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