Ramsden Park, Toronto
Cayenne In the Eyes
Good folks came to visit me today. Lobsang and family delivered some special prasadam — wholesome, tasty wraps.
Then Abhay arrived with his wife and two energetic kids. As he walked into the room, in what we call Prabhupada’s quarters, it brought him back to his childhood.
“I remember this room. I was really young and there was a cup of cayenne and I blew into it sending the powder especially into my eyes. One devotee, Dharmaprana, grabbed me, took me to the tub in the next room to try to clear the powder from my eyes with faucet water. That was painful.”
“I’ll bet,” said someone in the room, recounting the incident. There were laughs. His mom, Praharana, recalls the incident.
Now there’s a new generation and they’re in the room with us; touching everything, smelling items and, fortunately, not blowing out hot spicy things.
We all gawked at pictures of Prabhupada — the finest — from a collection of vintage pics of him, compiled by Nrtya Trpta, a godsister of incredible talent.
Oh, their two boys, of three and four-and-a-half years old (I believe), know Prabhupada. To them I’m “Uncle Swami.” Going back to their dad, Abhay, well he took some photos of us. I have this to say, that Abhay is one of the nicest people I know and, when he was five, I engaged him in a play, “Prahlad.” It was common for me to work with the parents of our community and get their kids immersed in Krishna’s past times. The kids never forget those good spiritual moments.
May the Source be with you!
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