An Old Madman Like Me
“And why have you come so far to meet an old madman like me?” he asked, “Or is it that you just came for the waters?” He laughed and pointed to the kund, the spring, Amloda Kund, enshrined with carved boulders probably placed there by giants. Five stone steps led down to the pool that bubbled up from deep inside the mountain. Stone icons of gods and goddesses faced the spring from ledges just above the surface of the sparkling waters. It must be the lost fountain of youth, I thought.
“From Her comes life,” Hari Puri Baba said.