One of the folks had a whole load of saris to give to the asrama to sell once upon a time. The ones that didn't sell got put together into this dress that was offered on Guru Maharaja's appearance day a few years back. So many shades of purple, lavender and pink that it worked well. The autobiography began "I was born at midnight" and that started the name that ended and when I found out that Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers I fell head over heals for Mahaprabhu. The center flower in Giridhari's garland wilted during the day and left a purple line down his base.
Around thr market roads today. First it was the post office for swami's mail then it was the fruit market past the opal cliff and the wharf on the way back for the sunset service.
After the heat wave and the cool of the fog they went deep into the far off jungle to see if lions really sleep there.