Two Bulls and Two Angels
Jonathan and I were strolling. A man and his dog went out of
their way to catch up to us, pursue us might be a better phrase, out of
curiosity.
“What sect do you belong to?” asked the man.
“Hare Krishna.”
“Oh, yes, I was in India
“That’s one of the few places I’ve missed on my travels
there.”
The middle aged man continued, “The first day I got there, I
shook my head and said, ‘Boy, oh boy, what a mess this place is.’ But on the
5th day there, I was enchanted. I don’t know, there’s something about India
And that’s still the attitude that most visitors have about
the land of Bharat
(India
Jonathan and I had been in the ravine when we had the brief
encounter with the man who visited India ,
but it was our visit today to the Norwood Hastings area that took us to India Trent River , an hour and a half from
the city, is Govardhan Farms, a 50 acres haven of grass, hills, a house, and a
newly born set of bulls sweet like anything. Their names are Gopinath and
Ananta.
What gives the place the spiritual magical feel is not just
the Sanskrit names and the peaceful atmosphere, but the presence of a set of
twins, two little angels, and for the love of me, I just can’t remember their names.
I know that this forgetfulness is merely a display of ignorance, but the proud
parents are Fil and Sukhayanti. You can catch a photo of the two little
darlings whose names I can’t remember on Instagram, ‘thewalkingmonk’.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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