I stood at the edge of the courtyard when Sher Singh spoke the words that ended the family. The boy had already cut his hair. He carried nothing but the clothes on his back and a small bundle of cloth ...

Sadhu Sundar Singh, writes in Wisdom of the Sadhu: Once when I was in the Himalayas, I was sitting upon the bank of a river. I drew out of the water a beautiful, round stone and smashed it. The inside ...

The trail north of Shimla still held the night’s cold when I first saw him. I had come down from the higher villages with a load of wool, expecting only the usual dust and the ache in my shoulders.