Red, blue, green and peacock feathers embroidered on the cloth, sikhipicca camara. Earrings and necklaces from the retired second Janmastami outfit but somehow it goes well with this one too. The mukuts were part of the cloth so the seamstress had to put on backing and peacock feathers on Giridhari's mukut. His belt and chodder are so much alike they seem to be on and the same. The garlands are the odds and ends of donated flowers still they work with this dress. And in spite of the fact the festival had ended in Puri before the day began here, it was Jagannatha Rathyatra day.
Once before the madyakalia to mail a letter and collect the swami's post down to the office next to the coffee shop. Then going for a right there was a gasoline tanker with a double trailer occupying the whole space so i went up the next hill and turned onto another hill then past by the wharf up the next hill waisting away across from margareetaville on to the soccer park around the "blind intersection" used to fail many a driver's license hopeful all the way back to the asrama for the service and then back out for a visit to a place to feel like a porcupine. Coming from that back over the railroad bridge trail and up the steep incline to the road and past the juicy patties and hot buns on to the harbor road laughing as i'm passing a cruiser with fenders that make it look like a cadilac of the late nineteen twenties. Then it's past the racers out for a training ride once again back for the kirtana when i found my kartals and grabed my hat and sang the songs in seconds flat.
The motorcycle sloka slinger came in dressed like an Indian taxi driver and sang of the advent of Mahaprabhu. He sang out loud, long and clear it echoed up the hill and rattled in the valley rebounded in the tree tops and shook thunder from the sky.
The Deities drink banana khir and chewed pan masala all night long and danced from tree to tree. Gandharvika and Giridhari tasting the mellows and Mahaprabhu singing of his ecstatic vision.