Sunday, March 25, 2007


What value is a silk turban if not bowed down before the Lord? That's what the ancients ask. Here the silk turban is on the head of the Lord himself. Today was a photo finish, one of the newest folks to put in for learning lent a hand at the end of the dressing. Since i'm altitudenally challenged he hung the effulgences and such. The only skirt Gandharvika has that uses rings to fasten it rather than ties or velcro.
A late surge of pedaling today. Sunday evenings are always quiet. Giridhari wears a jewel hanging from his nose, i figured that was something most Indian children do, but today i passed a second hand clothes store and saw a man with a padlock type nose jewel. "That must hurt" i thought. With more sun today there were more sufferers. Yesterday those sufferers had turned to bonfire makers. Round the sunny cove i came upon a bike shop whose sign said it was closed but whose service garage door was open and sounds of wrenches working away came forth.
In the ninth this evening they took a long look at the dress and decided they would accept it. Then they went on to take rest and whatever else comes in the night time hours.

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