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One evening, a wealthy merchant passed by his hut and heard Madhav singing:

Madhav stopped his loom and smiled with a strange, radiant peace. "The world sees my rags," he replied softly, "but I see the peacock feather He dropped this morning. The world hears my silence, but I hear His flute in the wind. If being sane means missing that melody, then I am glad to be mad." One evening, a wealthy merchant passed by his

In the heart of Vrindavan, where the dust itself is said to be sacred, lived a weaver named Madhav. While other weavers spent their days measuring silk and haggling over prices, Madhav lived in a world of his own. If being sane means missing that melody, then

The merchant mocked him, asking, "If your Kanhaiya is so real, why do you live in this broken hut? Why do you wear rags?" Why do you wear rags