Balarama put his arms round the shoulders of his daughter and niece. “Carvaka, I have no great philosophy to offer except that of love. I know no mantras except that of peace. I am not an avatar, but an old man in a dhoti; an insignificant man in a land of dazzling Gods. But I will not give up. I will return in every age to walk with my children. I do not seek moksha from that. I have only one simple wish – to return to my country whenever she needs me.”
