the eyes, sporting a shiki, and with a tuft of kusa grass adorning his lotus hands, he offered
worship to the lotus feet of Lord Lakshmî Hayavadana. Bearing his glittering tirdaṇda, the
yati prostrated numerous times lying completely flat, even like a twig that had become
burdened by the weight of its own fruit called Bhakti. The benign smile on his serene
countenance was enchanting. I thought to myself ‘If Śri Rāmānuja were to appea "