The Swami now left Porbandar and went as a wandering monk to Dwarka, holy with memories and legends of Shri Krishna. Of its glories nothing visible remains today. The ocean roars in tumult where once stood the mighty city of Shri Krishna the King-maker. Gazing out over the ocean, waves of agony rose in the Swami's mind at the thought that nothing but ruins remained of that Great India. He sat on the shore and yearned ardently to fathom the contents of the future. Then rising as from a dream, he betook himself to the monastery founded by Shri Shankaracharya, known as the Sarada Math, where he was received by the Mahant (the head monk), and assigned a room. There, in the silence of his cell, on the ruins of that city of the Yadavas, he saw a great light-the resplendent Future of India.