in utter, speechless joy, this dancing, no talking sadhu baba.
and he died, a couple of weeks ago, run over by a motorcycle on the pradakshina road. It seems he knew it was his time, from what he told people in the morning.
They have built a samadhi for him, since he knew about his approaching death. How I wish I had seen him dancing.
What I regret is my insensitivity towards sadhus, that I don't remember seeing him. Just because they beg is no excuse that we miss looking into their eyes.