|Sweet Lord (standard:travel stories, 780 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: May 05 2013||Views/Reads: 1206/830||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Sweet Lord appears mysteriously to his devotees.|
Sweet Lord Subba Rao A dip in hot pond near Pahoa is the most relaxing experience on east side of the Big Island. The geothermal heat warms the water that slowly flows through a pond built adjacent to the ocean. During high tide, seawater flows into the hot pond keeping it fresh. Lava rock on the floor of the pond could hurt the feet if not watched carefully. Some boisterous fish can also bite the feet. Sitting on concrete slab built along the pond interior wall is therapeutic. Living few miles from the pond, it became a routine for Juggernaut to spend time at the pond on a regular basis. At the pond, Juggernaut met quite a few interesting characters; ‘Mango Man' an 80 years old artist was one of them, over the last several decades his paintings in hundreds were sold on greeting cards worldwide. A man from Long Island, New York; came to Pahoa on a short vacation 15 years ago and never went back. He said he lost contact with his wife and never saw her again. He was at the pond every day, seven days a week bottom fishing for lost jewelry. When Juggernaut was struggling to swim, came Bella for rescue, a swimming instructor on vacation, among her valuable tips; never close eyes and keep breathing while swimming and the moist important tip of all; flip over to float on your back to avoid drowning. The parking lot at the pond was full of pot holes like craters on the moon but the rest of the grounds were well kept with plenty shade trees. Local people gather all the time to picnic under the shade of the trees. “I love Krishna,” the voice caught Juggernaut by surprise as he was changing his clothes next to his car in the parking lot. “You mean Hare Krishna?” Juggernaut turned towards the friendly looking person. “Yes, the same sweet Lord.” The man in slender body was covered with colorful tattoos depicting peacock feathers and fruits and humming birds in flight with long beak siphoning off sweet sap from colorful flowers. “Well I am a Hindu and we worship Lord Krishna and all his other avatararas,” replied Juggernaut. “I know that,” he said introducing himself as Shane. “When I saw I know you are Indian, like many Indians I am a vegetarian,” said Click here to read the rest of this story (82 more lines)
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