One morning I was walking along Bhaktivedanta Swami Marg (see above photo) chanting japa. It was very quiet and a few peacocks could be heard cooing in the distance. Suddenly from out of nowhere, Srila Prabhupada's car came driving down the road. Prabhupada was on his way to one of the holy places in Vrajabhumi to go for a morning walk with some of his leading disciples. The car was approaching fast and I was standing alone on the roadside. There was nothing else to do but fall flat and offer my prostrated obeisances to Srila Prabhupada. As the car zoomed past my head, I was in total bliss. My dear spiritual master had just passed by, and my body was covered from head to toe with the sacred dust of Vrindavan. It was one of the happiest days of my life.