The Maha-Bodhi: Journal of the Maha Bodh Society: Vol. 47
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When reminiscences come, they give odour to one, sound to another and to still another a word that falls like an avalanche and threatens to bury him. Oh, the numerous images that are conjured up by the word “Nalanda”. How beautiful is nature in the heart of Ceylon, and yet how sweetly modest in its beauty. To-day, as I suffer under the strain of work—other people’s and my own—I long for my peaceful Nalanda, I call to mind my first visit there (now many years gone by)—I remember how comfortable I felt when travelling through the island in an ox-cart.