Arjun used to spend his nights partying. He had short hair, a clean-shaven face, and little interest in religion. “I was big into weed, smoking it every day. And then come Friday, it was all about chasing the weekend’s motive.” It is difficult to picture him that way now. A compact navy-blue turban is wound tightly around his head; a dense beard falls to his chest. He is slightly shy. “I was lost,” he says. “I had no direction, no goals. I didn’t see anything bigger than myself, nothing beyond tomorrow.