and so I walk bare foot. This is my answer to a friend from London who wrote to me that India is not fit to walk bare foot on, not since the vedic times.
I would like to remind my friend that vedic times are still on. My mountain stands tall. Satsangs still sit and sing. Initiations happen over and over again. (At least in my case). And cows are still beautiful.
So if a cow has dunged on the road, I wouldn't dodge my step. It's all organic, babe.