“My husband was a doctor. We were both from good families
and in the fifteen years we were married we had very few problems. We educated
all our children, four sons and a daughter, and when my husband died I went to
work in a government company. My eldest son was thirteen when his father died.
Today he is an engineer. I arranged the marriages of all my children, and I
lived with them for ten years after my retirement. But then I decided it was
time to come to Vrindavan. I had been here once with my husband and I always
remembered the tranquility of the place. That was fifteen years ago. I was
already seventy years old. . . I knew I had to forget my husband so that I
could chant and devote everything to Krishna. When I had a fever, Krishna
comforted me, telling me I would soon recover. He asked me if I was sad and I
said no. He told me he was with me and he would protect me. He loves me too
much. There is nothing left in me, everything is Krishna’s. He asks me to wear
his tulsi (basil) rosary.”