Food, offered to Krishna, turned out to be amazingly tasty. Sometimes it seems to me, whatever before, not after I have not experienced such pleasure from food. Something sophisticated, elusive, although the dishes were not fancy – regular fruit, spaghetti, spices… Ah yes, spices, probably it's about them. Dozens of times afterwards, i had to eat food, cooked in exactly the same way, sprinkled with massala, inhale the smoke of incense sticks, but it was all wrong. Didn't feel that mysterious refinement.
Late nineties. My wife's friend came to visit us. She used to, as they would say now, annealed, then hit mysticism, occultism, and now, glorify Krishna. I was a little prejudiced towards the Hare Krishnas at that time., considered them sectarians, or something like that.
– I saw your future girl in a dream, talked to her. This – мой gift for her…
Understand, that a picture of a deity means a lot to her – it was given to her by some spiritual mentor. coming out, conversation, serious.
Krishna is still on the shelf. Such, as he is often portrayed in books, slightly purple skin, the flute, in places gilding. Regular glossy semi-cardboard, with extruded profile. Or not quite ordinary…?