Entering his room in the Calcutta temple, which was next to a lake, I found Prabhupada sitting on the floor. "They have bothered me," he laughed.
"Who, Srila Prabhupada?" I asked.
"The mosquitoes. But I am fooling them. I am sitting on the ground, because they rise to the ceiling." He etched a spiral into the air with his goldenfingers fluttering upwards.
After a pause I asked, "Are there mosquitoes in Krishnaloka?"
He paused ever so briefly and replied, "Even if there are mosquitoes there, they don't bite; they sing."
(Gurudas, By His Example, Chapter 5)