Seeing the assembled folks with steam coming out of their ears wondering when the curtain would open, i leaned on the carnamrta column and smiled saying "i'm ready" but a call had come out from the featured speaker to "hold everything!" he was bringing his English as a second language class and wanted them to see the whole ceremony. But the assembled folks didn't know that (ha ha)When they saw this purple and yellow dress on visitor said "Ah, this is the color that the priests wear for this Easter season" The featured speaker told his class that this was like our saint patrick's day. So this one became saint patrick's Easter comes fashionably late. Gandharvika's veil wasn't part of the cloth for this dress but it just happened to fit with it. Another day of dahlia and rose garlands.
Much like yesterday, from the asrama to the post office taking the ralph to the gecko on the wheel. Around the dead grocery and following a racer through the lights past the hospital, the former honor student's car, the flower shop and back for the vaikalika. Then a post office on the opposite end of the spectrum through the village and along the wharf to the opal cliff where the sufferers go. Then past the public radio and the tennis park. The home stretch around the frontage road to the louie and back for the sandhya.
On this foggy night, the Deities take me deep within the far off jungle where the half civilized girls practice the top most form of worship. And there i left them to happily engage in their pastimes