Giridhari sashayed in from the pasture
And we all prayed our eyes wouldn’t blink
His peacock feather dipping to his eye, jacket purple and dhoti pink
We embraced him in our hearts as we watched him walk on by
“Steal our minds away this time
Stealthily, just like a thief coming in the night” is what we all wanted to say
The carnation garlands are a constant Wednesday sight today roses are the central figures.
i pedaled out from the asram headed toward the Monterey Bay crossing the opal cliff and around the theater and the shopper's corner then back around the hook through the village around the post office and the kid's park to the snob hill and beyond the second village and along the wharf back through the harbor and circling around the school and the cruiser king along by the Chinese. Around the jazzersize place to the junction and as i pedaled along the renewed road i chanced by a tattooed gentlemen on a bmx he said his name was popa wheelie. i stopped at a light and coming up from behind he was riding a wheelie as he stopped he jumped off and said that his sister's weird she drives a hummer. So i pedaled as fast i could back for to make the burfi.
"There is a backdrop for this outfit" i told Bhakta Blade. "I've been doing this for two years and I've never seen a backdrop" "Well there is." We went out to the wig room and sure enough he found it. By his mad skills Bhakta Blade was able to put Gandharvika's necklace on her without moving Her veil or hair. "He's good" (haha)