“The teacher slapped their faces and scolded them.” Her body and voice now trembled. “The poor little boy was shocked; he couldn’t understand what he had done wrong. He wondered why he should continue studying if his teacher, who had mastered all of the very subjects he sought to learn, still did not know how to love. At that moment he renounced both school and home to search for God.” Turning a skeleton key to open the door of her brick hut, she glanced at us over her shoulder. “Eventually, he became the disciple of a saint in Vrindavan.”
