And so here in the great Himālaya’s lap I made himself a home, leaving doors open for fellow travellers such as myself. But there was this thing about Bhārata- places of dharma had a gravitational pull of their own. What was intended as a silent hermitage had fast become a pilgrimage visited by madmen even from the country’s southernmost lands! And quite to my discomfort, and contrary to the plan for anonymity, they had come to name the lake after me. Kaśyapa Mīra they now called it.