She wasn't looking for salvation. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for. Radha only knew that New York had stopped feeling like home and she had stopped feeling like herself. India was a blur of dust and color until Mathura slowed her down. And Vrindavan... held her still. . . "... And that night, in a humble ashram under a Kadamba tree, Radha met Krishna-not the god, but a boy who reminded her of everything divine she never believed in."