Today it was the hair’s turn. Giridhari’s had a piece in it that called a harlequin to mind. The pointy colors surrounding his topknot. A cause for a chuckle. Then there was Gandharivka’s. No wonder SGM said she’s become an American. Usually she wears her hair in a braid or a bun. Today she looks like she’s been to a fashionable hair stylist. Can you say wild for me? But then she does have color everywhere on this Ekadasi day. That must be why it took so long to comb her hair. It was as if she were a queen from the olden days.
A few raindrops were falling today so it was a day that took some craftiness to get the pedaling done. There was just enough space between drops to get in an ocean route that extended to the twin lakes and rattled through the downtown then ricocheted back to the asrama.
Just like fine silk, this night dress has a touch that can kill mundane desire for becoming a well turned out fashion plate. So much is the power of Deity worship.