Stories from Radhagopinath Community of Love

Wow! That sounds good. I went closer…. closer….closer……closer….. too close. Initially I stood near the entrance of Mafatlal Bungalow…now I stood close to the tent where devotees gracefully danced with raised arms in tune to the song of God’s holy names. Suddenly…..

I am Mr. Hrishikesh Mafatlal’s driver for more than 30 years now. Somewhere in the early 80’s, when he was amongst the richest men in the country, he got associated with what I thought then as some kind of spiritual group.