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"psst." a bespectacled old nepalese monk, stooped over his scriptures, beckoned to me. discreetly rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, he looked at me in earnest. i was flabbergasted. who would have seen that coming? giving the only response i knew in an awkward situation like that, i smiled and carried on my way. i do not think he is a fraud, and he was not the first at the mahabodhi te... Read Full Entry

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