On the way to the Gangotri, there was a family on the horses, opulent people and they saw me just walking alone. And then they saw me walking. I didn’t notice anybody else. And later, they talked to me, and they said their son wants to marry me. And then therefore, I said, “No, sorry, I’m still married. But also I did not come to India to marry.” The son was very romantic. He came and told me, “We observed You walking, like a fairy,” or whatever. […] Very nice family. My God. The Indian people, they’re extremely friendly. Not because of their son, but the mother was not jealous or anything. […] And she said, “OK, never mind. You come visit us.” So nice, even already no promise, and still invited me to her house. And she was very humble. […]
Our sisters from Korea will be singing a song called, “Master’s Grace.”) OK. In Korean, I hope. (In Korean.) OK, very good. Brava. (Master, actually we wrote it down in English.) No, you sing in Korean and then translate into English. It’s good. Give it to me. It’s good. I don’t need to understand. I will like it. Like the Indonesian, I like it. The music is really something, it just goes into your soul. […]
