One day in the early 70s Rinpoche was sitting at his desk, and I pointed to his birthmark. He had a soft brown birthmark on his left forearm. I said something clueless like, “Is that a birthmark?”
He said, “Yes, see how it looks like a map of India ? (Indeed it did, as if India were lifted off a globe.) “That’s how I knew I would make it to India safely.”
