I was returning home from work one day. On the way, there is a beautiful Radhakrishna temple that I cross. I do not enter it usually, however, that day, my legs were aching after the long walk. I entered the temple just to sit for a while. It was time for the evening kirtan, and one could not leave until it had ended. I was in a real fix. I had a lot of work to be completed and could not sit for the whole hour. I tried to leave surreptitiously, but one of the devotees caught me by the arm and with a loud “Hari Bol” pushed me in the centre of the kirtan party. The singing began. All the devotees raised their hands in the air and danced around me in pure ecstasy. The sound of the chant reverberated in my heart, and I stood there not knowing what to do while the dancing went on, their eyes closed and tears of ecstasy flowing incessantly.
The kirtan ended, and just as I was about to leave, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I turned to see the devotee who had held my arm earlier. He had a serene smile on his face. Giving me a namavali, he said, “This is for you when you return tomorrow.” All the way home, I kept looking at the piece of saffron. The next evening I actually attended kirtan with the namavali wrapped around my shoulders. The same devotee smiled at me and pointed at the shrine. I stood with tears pouring down my cheeks at the sight of Krishna.