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Memories from India
Modern day sadhu It's been 15 years since I walked to the sweet lake in Arambol. Back then I was not even sure if I'd found it....hours climbing and bouncing over rooks in a half dry, half wet river bed, fear of leeches teasing my mind, mosquitos pricking my skin...as soon as there was enough sacred mud to smear on my skin pooled out from a pool clearer then others I was content. I never did reach anything resembling a lake or the much spoke of sacred banyan tree. Now I see