The Fakir Sai Baba

by Joan Greenblatt

During a classic Asian monsoon season in 1979, while blackish-purple clouds unleashed sheets of rain for weeks at a time, a small, yet powerful book found its way into the damp cottage where we were living in Tiruvannamalai, South India.

I'll never forget the first sentence of the book: "Look, here comes the crazy fakir (Muslim holy man) again!" I could picture the Indian shopkeepers in the center of a busy marketplace watching a young sixteen-year-old-fakir wander throughout their town . . .

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