Braj Parikrama: A Personal Journey: Journal of Vaishnava Studies

Abstract

I step off the bus and legions of ricksha-wallas swarn around me, ringing their bells. "Ricksha, ricksha, sahib? Where going? Vrindaban? Come on." These are bicyle rickshas, pedaled by the sinewy boys. There are a few motor-rickshas in the district. My only option is a tonga - a small, two-wheeled horse drawn carriage. The horses are hardly bigger than Ameican ponies, and all the poor beasts are qquite scarwny.