A patka, that's what it's called. i say that to the pujaapprentice. He couldn't figgure it out for the price of a mana of rice. Gandharvika's sari also had him foxed. It is the orignal one piece that fastens with velcro in the back. Her coli is like the one from the true value of a silk turban. The back has a very intricate design since that's the only part that is seen. Of course Mahaprabhu has the peacock from the backdrop from days long gone by on his chest which makes this the oldest of all, but in a new dress.
Once i've pedaled down the asrama driveway, gotten out on the road, experienced shifting into my normal gear and felt the wind blow through the vents in my helmet, i'm ready to pedal forever. Up 'till then it's been a little bit of a struggle this week. i don't think it's age, it must be more the festival comming tomorrow and the worn out feeling that i'm feeling. But what i feel right now has come and gone before so i'll just pedal the mood out.
Vraja was here at for the madyana kalia arati today and this evening they wore the"i saw Vraja kissing Santa Claus" dress. The Lord works in strange ways, huh?