"This skirt is heavy" Bhakta Blade told me this evening while we dressed them. "Isn't it because of all the crystal beads on the edge?"i asked. Giridhari's chodder is long and floppy soft. It drapes over his left arm and still has enough to float up with the skirt around Gandharvika's wrist. After the beginning when all the outfits had some pink and green in them the colors were gone for a while then in this dress, offered at Guru maharaja's appearance time, the surfaced again.
Today there were tandems in force. Several husband and wife teams were heading along the main street toward the college. Then there were pedalers who are part of racing teams out to compete at the highest level. As i went between the two lakes there were fifteen or twenty sail boats on the water. It seemed like it must be some kind of show but i didn't hear anything or see any signs of what was going on. i meandered to the post office to get the swami's mail and then i turned my face back to the asrama for evening service beating the night again.
"Oh deer doe , have you seen Krsna?" The light green and silver dress this evening. "By my mad skills I got you to not only lift Giridhari's coat, but also the kick pleat. Man, I'm good" Bhakta Blade giggled.