A peacock fan, sikhipicca camara. This dress, offered on Nrsingha Caturdasi this year, is red with peacock feathers on it. It was made in Vrndavana so all that was necessary was supposed to be cut it out and sew it together. But this time there was some kind of Indian glue all over it so it had to be washed and dried before any thing else could be done. Fortunately it happened without too much trouble. There are crowns to match. The needed straps to put them on with and that was cleverly done by the seamstress with valcro, some cotton strips and attached to the crowns themselves with rings.
All at once today. Pedaling past the post office, coffee shop, miniture park, under the overpass through the village along the opal cliff. Today there weren't so many people since it was back to work day. From there right along the harbor over the bridge turning at the old movie theater to pass the bike shop take a hairpin turn and begin to return for the sandhya. Comming back up i passed another pedaler on their right side. i'm sure they've seen me plenty of times but today was the first time they saw me make the turn into the asrama driveway. And i don't believe they know that i'm a pujari.
The greatful dvip. It may be the last night for this one. Giridhari's pants are so ratty that i can't imagine putting them on Him much more. They just don't seem to be something a "gentlegod" would wear.