Love and God

by Ramesh Balsekar

The dialogue, one evening, was started by a young Canadian, wearing a Lungi and a thin Kurta (Indian dress). He said he was twenty-three, but looked barely out of his teens. He wore around his neck an elegant little silver cross on a dainty chain. He said he had come across the book; I Am That in a bookshop in Bombay a couple of days ago. A cursory glance at a few pages impelled in . . .


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