"Does the red back drop just make you want to get up and scream?" i asked Bhakta Blade. "You better believe it" was the answer. The garlands were like the odds and ends of the week's flower ration. Giridhari's silver ankle bells had been hitching a ride on Gandharvika's skirt for the month. i was surprised to see them there.
Still the rain keeps falling on and on and on. So the lemon sees more pedaling than the giant. We got to live together we got to live together. The rain drops on the roof are only erased by the noise of the trainer as i pedal as hard as i can for as long as i can which is about an hour and a half.
Pralad-a-dad this evening. Bhakta Blade built a fire so hot this evening that there is no need for the winter chodders that sometimes appear to take the chill from the night air.