The plums tasted sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl- but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly, low-caste, ill mannered and dirty, but the god took the fruit she`d been sucking. Why? She`d knew how to love. She might not distinquish splendor from filth but she`d tasted the nectar of passion. Might not know any Veda, but a chariot swept her away- now she frolics in heaven, esctatically bound to her god. The Lord of Fallen Fools, says Mira, will save anyone who can practice rapture like that- I myself in a previous birth was a cowherding girl at Gokul.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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