This Is Aness Jung`S Account Of Her Rediscovery Of Places And People. She Travelled The Length And Breadth Of Her Country, Relocating Herself In Its History And Culture, Its Past As Well As Its Present. Slightly Shop-Worn And No Dust Jacket. Long Out Of Print.Places that I associate with Krishna, the blue-black god, his flute, his milkmaids, his pranks and play in green, green gardens. ... Wednesday is a holiday in Mathura but not for the temples, the tourists or the Pandas. In the melee of the long narrow main street, I begin encountering them a first one, then two, then a horde a the white-robed, saffron-robed ... My guide silently watches my discomfiture.
|Title||:||When A Place Becomes A Person|
|Publisher||:||New Delhi : Vikas Publishing House - 1977|