Toronto, Ontario
A Good Time – Really Good
At 2:45 a.m. on Avenue Road, I heard a female passenger
remarking to a cab driver, from just outside the vehicle, “Oh look, there’s a real
monk!”
“Yeah, that’s a Hare Krishna! They’re nice people.“
Being only a few metres away, and at a most quiet time (especially
these days), I caught the exchange, waved, smiled and went on my way.
Onward to Bloor, and near the Bata Shoe Museum, I came upon
a musician with his guitar strapped to his back. “How are yah?“ he asked.
“Fine! And you?“
“Are you guys still serving those great meals, at your
restaurant, for $10?“
“Definitely, but not at the moment.“
“Ahh! Shutdown like everyone else, eh?!“
“I’m afraid so! Take care! Be safe!“
I went as far as Christie Pitts where you find a tiger’s
framed image lit up by fine lights (except for now—trying to save on the
electricity, I guess). Then I turned
east on Bloor where a guy in one of those garbage trucks pulled over. He
started and finished the whole mantra for me with no personal introduction. “Hare
Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare/ Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama
Hare Hare. Oops! I have to go!“ The light had turned green.
Now eastbound on Bloor and two young men on their way to
work noticed me coming. “Haribol!” said
one of them.
I responded, because that’s my kind of language.
“Is there an ISKCON temple here?“
“Yes, I live there.“
“We are from Punjab. They are building a big, big temple
there.“
We made friends. “Come to visit our temple. Here’s my card.
Stay in touch…but don’t touch.“
May the Source be with you!
7 km
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