Maharajah had one large dark color metal trunk, in which he kept his books, and upon which he did his work in the corner of the hut, all day, most every day, in deep, quiet but happy mood. He had one silver-framed picture of Radha Govinda from Jaipura, which I had given him, on the trunk top. His sleeping mat was rolled up a couple feet away, clothes hanging on strings, canisters with twine-oiled against termites and ants hung from bamboo ceiling structures. We few renunciants, dressed in peach-saffron, lived very simple and happy lives there, for a while. It was like old Vrndavana more than Mathura, that is sure, with Tulsi gardens just outside the room door about eight feet. We sat upon cemented earthen floors, drank cold Kundagiri water from a large earthen water jug.
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