When I arrived in Delhi on Wednesday afternoon, December 14, I commissioned a taxi to take me to Hotel Ranjit, the same hotel where I stayed overnight many years before. In twenty years how things had changed! The hotel was remodeled and unrecognizable were it not for its sign. And Delhi had come a long way toward westernization. After a night's rest, I boarded the Rishikesh north-bound bus at the Interstate Bus Terminal. Within a few hours, I was in Rishikesh experiencing the spiritual climate of my nostalgic reverie. It was not long before I found my way across the Lakshman Juhla, crossing the Ganges river, then walking about one kilometer past the Kailashanand Mission into the jungle foothills to the secluded retreat of the Tat Wale Baba Ashram.