the oldest of old school designs today in the T.Rock dress. Giridhari's flowing skirt and big chodder are straight out of the days of yore. Gandhravika has a short veil that might have been put on looking like a flying nun or some such. Mahaprabhu has a plain. The carnations in these garlands are so old that by the end of the day they look like they've been through the battle of Kuruksetra.
The darkness is comming earlier and earlier. This evening the clock had yet to strike six and i had my lights on. As i went down the east cliff up and around the holland style bike shop beyond the twin lakes and to the shopper's corner i thought that the battery might run down on that long and winding road that leads to the asrama. Without a street light in sight it's a dark path and when the halogen headlights of the cars split the darkness it blinds my eyes so much that i have to stop. Fortunately the battery had enough charge and i was able to pedal all the way without my vision being removed by a beamer's flash.
"Did you see that catch?" Bhakta Blade asked this evening. He walked by the hanger with Gandharvika's clothes and it fell from it's perch. As it did he reached back and it caught on his outstretched hand. "I can't be humble on this one. That was incredible. My mad skills are showing tonight!"