Prabhupada leans back on a cushion—tiny burp—takes a toothpick to his teeth, and calmly asks, “So, what are the affairs in London and Bombay?” Suddenly the frantic events in England and Juhu seem so far away, so miniscule, compared to seeing Prabhupada and what he’s doing here in Vrindaban. After such dread and uncertainty, feeling the ax about to fall, I feel so safe and secure in Prabhupada’s presence.