Dearest Śrīla Prabhupāda, Please accept my most respectful obeisances at the dust of your divine lotus feet. During my first meeting with you, you asked me to translate your books into Bengali. It was such a display of your causeless mercy upon this fallen soul. That service allowed me to approach you at any time, and eventually enabled me to become your Secretary for Indian Affairs. Those engagements expanded further into cooking for you and taking care of your various other needs. I was not only busy throughout the day but also was able to be with you at night. Someone had to be with you all the time, and my shift was from midnight till two. So many nights, when you could not sleep, you spoke and I listened with rapt attention. I remember one night in Vṛndāvana, a profound stillness prevailed everywhere, and from a distance we could hear the sound of a kīrtana softly floating through the serene silence of the night. You said, “This is India—wherever you go you can hear th...