Goa Gil takes centre stage. The sixty-year-old man sets up the altar, sprinkles holy water and chants the mantras, as he has done for the last so many decades. He offers the music and the ‘party’ to ...

He is as a wanderer — unfettered, uninhibited, solitary. Yet when He loves, He does so to the extent of effacing Himself. His love for Sati was so intense that Her death sent Him into a trance that ...