Giridhari wanted to understand the true glory of Gandharvika's love and all the qualities of his that she alone can relish through her love, and the happiness she alone experiences when she understands the sweetness of his love, Giridhari advented himself as Mahaprabhu, endowed with Gandharvika's emotion and complextion while inwardly maintaining his own identity. Offered on a Gaura Purnima day this one Mahaprabhu took the yellow of Giridhari and the blue of Gandharvika and combine in a green kirta and dhoti.
Pedaling along the hospital curve i saw a trucker pass me whose license plate said JC himself. i chuckled as i bowed and offered dandavats. On i went to speak to the gecko on the wheel, he told me it was time for repairing so in a week or so i'll see him again. Back out on to the bridge over the Saint Dagwood's river down past the tennis park and the sunny cove. The east cliff and the point. Next i'd swang back around the new road and the jazzersize to the theater. Looking up i noticed i was nearly late so i sprinted for the opal cliff and the wharf to get back to the asrama under the tag and the sandhya..
Then the Deities headed off into their deep within the far off jungle dress for their nightime pasttimes.

Thursday morning with the pale green and purple. "The seamstress is great" one of the folks said to me. "Look at this chodder!" "Just incredible" "I see her sewing all these jewels and appliques on by hand all day long" The folk continued to gush. "Yes" i replied, "it blows my mind, i mean i see all these new dresses keep coming and each one getting more perfect than the last. It blows my mind, i mean is it tomorrow? or just the end of time?"
In this beach town the townsfolk are suffering as the pedalers thunder by call them wake up with a living pedaler's cry. Down by the opal cliffs they peel out of their wet suits and between the lakes they start their bon fires. The harbor sees them in their sail boats. We all pedal by saying 'Never underestimate the power of a good pedaling"
A lion on the chase. That's how the preachers behave out in the field. Offered on Nrsingha caturdasi, this night dress is good for a dance in the evening star light.

All the hands made the work light, ha ha. It was such an intensive effort that i think this might get a mention as one of the best dresses. Once Srila Prabhupada asked the devotees which metal is best for Deity worship. They said gold or silver. Prabhupada answered that copper is best since it takes so much care to keep it shiny without and water spots. In light of that story i make that call.
What a day for pedaling! The cat had crept in on it's little feet today but only in part of the town. As i neared the opal cliff it got thicker and thicker until it was almost rain. Then as i went between the lakes it began to lift. By the time i passed the public radio it was gone. i went on by the harbor and to see the gecko closing his shop then the theater, people's park and the jazzersize. i went along the resurfaced road to the windmill where the cat was waiting for me. It stayed with me all the way to the wharf where once again it became freightend and was gone and i made it back to the asrama in the dark.
The lotus nails take them into the muggy night. The fog is cooler and quite thick but inside there is still the feel of mugginess.

The seedbeads on Mahaprabhu's kirta took a sincere and monumental effort. Both Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika have mostly the copper color clothes with the deep blue trims and seed beads. Giridhari has a white coat and turban. That way they mostly wear it on the full moon. When bowed down before the Deities a silk turban makes an impressive crown for the body decorated with the dedicating tendancy. In this dress the silk turban is placed on the grandest of all. The garlands are delicate and fragile, they fall apart at the slightest breeze.
From the asrama to the hospital curve, over the Saint Dagwood, the tennis park, between the lakes, the sunny cove and on to the hook. At the hook keeping the beach at my back i pedal back to the asrama for the vaikalika service. Back out to return to sender and check in with the gecko on his wheel. Turn past the school, Mr. Hong Kong Charlie and around the kucinch house then the harbor where a couple pedal their tandem and a team in full dress trains for an up coming challenge. The end of summer sufferers are partying hearty as i come into the driveway of the asrama for the sandhya and the birthday party for the topmost cowherd boy.
The Brahma Muhurta featured a lunar eclipse and all the devotees praying for the health of SGM and the night comes with them wearing The lions club to keep the inauspiciousness away. The warm night is inviting them to relax after the day of celebration....

A long sleeve red choli next to a purple waist coat, she wears a purple and gold sari with two peacocks on the palo. Mahaprabhu has a solid purple dhoti, gold and purple kirta with a double wide red sash. Yudhisthira is religious principles personified while the evil Sukuni is the dice thrower for the Kaurava cheats.
Pedaling along the road today i saw a fellow pedaler talking with one of the other folks when i came upon them i couldn't help but let out a hearty "Gaura Prema!" i turned at the school and passed in review by the Cruiser King on my way to feed the bear. Then it was back the basketball park to the toad road. From there to the researfaced road making a right onto another school's road turning at the theater i past by the gecko one more time on my way to the morning star via the palace of Hanuman. Seeing the star rise i turned back by the rio de ore. From there over the bridge at Saint Dagwood's park then up the hoot's hill and around the shopper's corner to the people's park then down to the harbor to the twin lakes to pass by the windmill tracing the east cliff to the fruit market and then the wharf road and back to the asrama for the sunset service and the return of the kernel of divine love.
Sip keela khir all night long and dance beneath the trees in their baby blue

He selected this gold and white dress for them to wear and sparkle before our eyes like the rising of a thousand suns and pull us out of the material universe
Yeah this one was offered on vyasa puja and is called across the universe. Garlands of dahlias are in the heavy sampradaya, but the maker says “with these buds though they aren’t that heavy”
Once again pedaling to the market but today none of the folks were there at all. With out them the park seems so fearsome. I circled and went back to see the gecko. So many mountain peddlers were out today on rigs with a wide variety of equipment like suspension that leads to suspicion, handle bars, saddles and frame configurations. Then through the harbor where sailboats were congregated. between the lakes geese trumpeted and flapped their wings. People looked on from rented houses and laughed to see the passing show. At the sunny cove wood was stacked for bon fires latter on. The opal cliffs featured sufferers changing out of their wet suits to go back to home. I returned to the asrama to see the folks gathered for the Sunday service and hear the speech.
Then it was time for dressing the Deities in their touch that kills outfit. The accordion chodder unfolds with the dancing motion and causes hearts to flutter as they dance the night away

Royal blue for Mahaprabhu, Gandharvika in purple mixed with red, Giridhari wears traditional yellow with jewels of both blue and red. The Janmastami dress of three years ago the temple almost caught fire that night. When the astoterra satta dvipa, one hundred eight ghee wick lamp, was taken around it got so hot that he who was carrying it nearly lifted it into the dry eucalyptus leaves as he ran to get outside. Once out there he let go into the grass moistened with midnight dew otherwise... The garlands for today seemed to smile with the sunflowers that beamed from their chests.
Pedaling once again over the river of saint dagwood and on to the harbor road as the car folks had to slow to accomadate their numbers i slipped past them and beyond the "avidtorivm" of the school there on that road. Turning at the theater i greeted the gecko on it's wheel just before i rounded shopper's corner i pedaled past the people's park and took the notion to visit the Saturday market. They were already folding up their teepee and heading out so i circled back between the lakes to the opal cliff and through the village up past the lighthouse center to the asrama's road for the sandhya once again.
Ah yes the most blessed event, the dress for the avirbhava of Srila Prabhupada. As the night cools, they dance under the waxing moon awaiting the purnima

So many wonderful colors, every one that's in the rainbow, Roy G. Biv that is. The hair dresser combs their hair with ribbons and flowers even a few flutter bys. The heavy garlands broke and fell over the devotees who raised their arms, chanted, danced and lost material conception. The sounds of the kirtan mixed and spread auspiousness in all directions.
Today the circle kept growing. The first plan was to race to the gecko past the hospital and through the parking lot of the instructional bank turn at the shopper's corner salute the Cruiser King and return. But as i passed his majesty i thought to take the road by the jazzersize and then to the resurfaced road. Then keeping the tennis park on my right go on to the animal hospital and back. But reaching the tennis park i opted to leave it on my left and dip down between the lakes and watch the sufferers then i thought to just sprint down past the big creek to the hook and hook to the left past the fruit market and over the bridge and take the right. Arriving at the hook i went right and along the opal cliffs coming to the cross road i veered left and on to the avenue then passing the fruit market i went down the trail to the soccer pitch. Keeping the pitch on my right i headed onto the wharf where i continued to the antique shop and with the shop on my right i went along that road to the windy one to the asrama for the sandhya.
Then the lion retreated on into the far off jungle where he sleeps tonight. The dui cakra ratha pracarer took the reigns this evening and led them to their resting places. After that they happily engaged in their pastimes.

Sometimes parts of the outfit which are for the pujari's eyes only are as beautiful and well done as the parts that everyone else gets to see. This dress has one of those parts but.....Gandharvika is always bang on time with her service so it's only fitting and proper that this one was an offering for Radhastami. As the outfit was being put on them for the first time the seamstress putra showed me the bells on her skirt "this should inspire you" Today's garlands follow the forms of each Deity and look so full and opulent and serve as proof that they are supreme for an ordinary person trying to wear such garlands would have trouble carrying that weight.
To the wharf road around the circle formed by connecting the hospital turn down to the public radio going between the lakes along the east cliff and by the fruit market and to the gecko past the theater and the hog farm. Next is the harbor and then the point to the hook and seeing all the sufferers in between. On to the wharf road and keeping the lieberry on my left i head to the asrama along the winding road where the deer are often seen.
Making it through the Janmastami festival and having enough to dress the Deities in this purple, lavender and gold lemae is a miracle mom. The night is heavy with dew and so they might even take an umberella along on their late night pastimes tonight.

The guru gives your spiritual form and the maya makes it small. When the dhotis are sewn backward it causes one to wonder did the tailor have any idea at all? Well it helps the creativity flow, the chodder becomes the kirta and an extra sash hides the seam. A plain silk sari makes the pleats along with Giridhari's belt. Carnation garlands keep it simple and elegant, Nrsinghadeva's appearance day of aught 2.
From the windmill to the gecko, pedaling by the chocolate shop and post office on the return passing the junction and the harbor. Skipping over the hook and spinning at the point next is the sandhya. Sneaking back down to fruit market. It's all part of turning the negative into a postive.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? The question came from the highest devotees in an ecstatic state. "But these deer are bucks and therefore from the male section, no wonder they won't answer, for they are friends of Krsna" The Deities went off to happily engage in their pastimes for the night.

Back in 62 once the paint had to be freshened. The powers looked at chips and settled on the one called "heavenly cloud". An angle came down from heaven just the other year i'll stay with you as long as you don't feed me anything not cooked in ghee. Do that and we'll get along just fine.
A quick one today. No one too familiar today. Through the village and then to the opal cliffs a couple of times from the hospital to the wharf road. The down to the gecko back to the Cruisier king with the fuzzy bikes. Then to the jazersize quickly enroute to a field where the pink lilies are abounding. Arriving at the asrama the devoted folks have gotten things for the festivities for raising money for Gandharvika's kitchen

Even when he can't have it the way he wants it he gets his way. That's cause the seamstress may have the plan that the devotees have made if Giridhari has a different idea, his is supreme. For was it not Giridhari who gave the inspiration for the plan of the seamstress? Take what i've said and turn it around and it would be easy to see that i'm confused.
Pedaling to see the bear today, going on to the stars and beyond i came upon a pair of self realized folks. One skateboarder and one motorcyclist. Though at first i couldn't recognize them they said that they were magic. One with a shark helmet upon his head wonderful things he said, the other with the glow of a bright star's effulgence. Saying they've been to the seat of logic and learned why people laugh and cry and what they need to learn before they die. i pedaled on to the harbor and around Einstein's picture on a downtown pedal shop. Looping around the shopper's corner and the gecko to the harbor and between the lakes where couples pedaled along ringing their bells as they made their turn. In the heat the sufferers crowded the beach at the hook. Then i noticed that the sun was entering the sandhya calling me back home...
After taking sanyasa Mahaprabhu wandered in the Radhadesa, the part of Bengal where the Ganga doesn't flow. Now leaving aside the saffron dress he wears baby blue as he performs his pastimes on Monday nights.

If you're going to Rathayatra Gandharvika will wear a beautiful blue sari
If you're going to Rathayatra it may be like going on an African safari
People taking BART to pull the Lord's cart
Mahaprabhu with yellow pants and mango kirta and Giridhari with traditional yellow
That's the Sue 'nila vasana that will meet you there today.
I see a car coming up behind me I hear the motor slowing down. I think it wants go around me seems like I'd best go over to the right. As I do the car doesn't go around me so I drift back into the center. Sunday brings out the families. Most pedal slowly so they can stay together. As I follow the bend in and between the lakes one pedals with his kid's bike attached to his own. He must be from a team since he's going so fast. Around the windmill and the Patel motel back around to the gecko couples pedaling together leisurely past the hog farm and so I speed around past the jazzercise and to the harbor back between the lakes the east cliff where joggers, sufferers and dogs take to the peddler's lane. Someone or a group of someone have painted “skate &” above the words “Pedal lane” then along the opal cliff where more couples are taking in the scenery while they pedal. Going to the sinister direction and by the family-pedaling center past the soccer pitch where yet another game is going on. Keeping the game at my back I head along the wharf road and return to the sandhya where bhakta blade is waiting to ask for a new thread.
In the ninth the Deities get ready for another warm night of pastimes under the clear skies.

The hair dresser put flowers in their hair and the seamstress embroidered flowers on this outfit everywhere. Gandharvika's skirt is made of the golden petals of the lotus, hiranya padma it's called. Radhastami 1998, "don't have arati without us" SGM said to me that year. On Lalita Saptami Lalita was "hiding bhoga from us" he had said.
Around and between the lakes, sufferers come up from the beach and pedal away with their boards hanging from their wheels. The wind is crying for leaving and the sun beats hot in the afternoon as i sail by the gecko toward the school. Searching out rope for the drums and the source reminds me that i've left the green energy back there over my shoulder. So then i loop around the pottery world on past the golden touch past the market of the pugalos with the vaikalika service in sight. Completing that it was back on the trail of the rope. Swinging by the soccer pitch to see the teams meeting in the center. Pedaling the so bain avenue to the way back machine to the asrama. The wharf road behind the pole barriers under the highway bridge up and around by the bhumir analo vyau hatta and winding along the long road to the asrama for the sandhya.
The most blessed event is the night dress that takes them into the breezy August night. Purple, deep blue, and green. Windowpane, paisley, and labrynth patterns against night's syama legions.

The outfit is fashionably new and the arati is fashionably late. The chodder is the same purple as the priests at easter. This Gaura Purnima "is our Saint Patrick's day". But it's no drag to watch the aratier dance Saint Patrick's Easter comes fashionably late. The garlands are shorter today and of flowers picked from around the area, it's the Deities that make the garlands beautiful though.
Chasing the clock and coming in with a bell to spare. From the village to the gecko pedalers were in groups today families, lovers, and teams. With a car coming right behind me and a pedestrain at the light waiting to cross and the light about to change i few by and that pedestrain is still bouncing off the wall. A single team member over took me with the usual "how you going?" and went on by. i was able to keep up and soon i was gaining on him. Then i saw that he was having a malfunction due to some disorder. Leaving the fruit market i heard a familiar voice behind me saying "O you have become ghost!" i looked around to see mahamuni standing there with his utarea in the breeze. Then i knew it was time to make a spint back for the sandhya.
With all of us wiped out from the wee folks camp even the Deities were ready to steal away to deep within the far off jungle to take rest and perform their nacturnal pastimes.

It was Gaura Purnima back in the early oughts when the Deities were first offered what the groovy mama had bought. "It's called paper silk" she was excited to explain. The seamstress took it and made Gandharvika's sari and Mahaprabhu's sash and combined it with some dark pink in the choli, Giridhari's pants and Mahaprabhu's dhoti. A peacock from the renegade days on Mahaprabhu's kirta gave it the name, the oldest of all, but in a new dress. The rose garlands flow over Giridhari's tribanga, and to Mahaprabhu's toes and tickle Gandharvika's knees.
The wee folks ended their camp today and had a party at the sunny cove so i pedaled off in search and stopped for a moment on the road and overlooked their bonfire and kite flying 'till one noticed me then it was on around to the post office beyond the coffee house through the village and the cement boat. Up the snob hill to the lighthouse center then all along the wharf road to the opal cliff saluting the public radio onto the resurfaced road waving to the gecko rounding the school yard back to the toad's road down to where one of the folks pedaled along but stayed out of sight. Then back for the evening show.
Though the wee folks cooked up a veritable feast for the madyakalia bhoga offering, in order to make it to the sunny cove they had to say "Durvasa Muni didn't eat anything" after they'd fed him sumutouesly and then this evening the Deities put on the dress that reminds me of that story.

Sandalwood bracelets, silver ankle bells when the curtain opens all the folks will yell
Long kirta, pink sash when they quiet down all the cameras flash
Turban on top, wide chodder sure makes him easy to spot.
They join his kirtan from near and far
'cause everybody knows this one's called superstar.
Around the golden touch place to the fruit market and beyond to the cemetary to one of the many antique shops. Back for vaikalika. Some one calls and the answerer doesn't come find me so i go back to the gecko and the theater back way to the hog farm and the harbor between the lakes and the windmill then the opal cliff, the hook and back for the sandhya. Even if i thought of seeing the kernel of divine love Giridhari seems to have other ideas.
His lotus nails ripped the chest of Hiranyakasipu to deliver the demigods. After that the evening pastimes go on in great happiness.

With the N ladies in her hand, Gandharvika reminded me of an example of her dedication. That is "if another woman makes Giridhari happy I will go and serve her and implore her to come to satisfy Him" Some times the woman is said to be a prostitute and that's where the flowers come in. With the young kids camp going on one was learning from the trade from the garland maker today. Roses and dalhias today.
Pedaling to the hospital curve and over the bridge to the twin lakes and through the sunny cove. That's the wharf there on the right just up ahead is the village. Tourists fill the pavement some in odd dress others hand in hand. Up the snob hill past the sunny side and around the lighthouse center. Keeping the library on the right going along the road that leads to the toad. At the stop sign go past the tennis park and onto the harbor road to the theater and the gecko. Past the people's park and on to the resurfaced road. Keeping the windmill shop on the left and through the east cliff around the trailer park. Next seeing young boys pedaling with their skateboards tucked underneath their arms, their mischeavous smiles and their rules for cool. The soccer pitch appears to my wandering eye where the young girls have taken over with their game.
The lion's club is coming down to engage in their evening pastimes. The constellations are out and the sky is clear and warm. Later the fog may roll in just about the time they return for mangala arati.

Time to wear the alternative side. Friday the 13th is the flip side of the Chipmonks. Gandharvika has a red choli made in a different style than the purple one and her skirt is made of three panels of three colors. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have vests instead of kirtas. They both have different sashes. Giridhari has a red dhoti instead of purple also. They wear the red jari crowns instead of silver. Petal garlands for today that are anything but symetrical. Wild
First to the bear where the seamstress met up with me, "The supersoul is everywhere" i told her. She laughed. Then around the opal cliffs by the sunny cove and then around where the coffee shop that expanded into the windmill bike shop. The public radio is on the right and then turn onto the resurfaced road to the railroad track turn and up to the theater waving to the employees of the gecko and on to the downtown by the bus stop and Hanuman's then to the morning star. Then around the downtown to the fruit market and up the road that passes the gecko one more time. Around the dog wash and the hospital rehab center. Then by Our Lady of the Sea. Left to the harbor and then between the lakes and the east cliff where two pedalers came straight at me. "You do that so you can see the traffic better so you ride on the outside and i going the other direction and can't see the cars." They did and i headed on to the point and the pasta factory. Next the timber yard and the soccer pitch then up for the sandhya
The warm August night sees the baby blue night dress for their evening lila. Since it does cool off Mahaprabhu and Giridhari were happy to put their kirtas on and ready for the night

The amyavasya of this month, Guru Maharaja's disappearance day. In honor of that Mahaprabhu was offered a long necklace and Giridhari and Gandharvika were offered choker necklaces and earrings. The Deities always are looking a little happy in this celebration day since Srila Guru Maharaja came to join in their circle of servitors on their own divine plane.
Pedaling in search of split mung dahl. From the fruit market to the market in the old bank then on past the humble kutir of Bhakta Blade to the west side edition of the same fruit market. Then on the phone to the staff across from the people's park. Across from the people's park they carry it but out of stock. Then pedaling past the harbor i came past two pedalers who must have come from the "funny bike" sampradaya 'cause they were pedaling what must have conger ed up out of the parts of bikes past. They even made the gecko peek out from it's wheel as they went by his shop.
Smooth as milk, the touch that kills sees them swirling and dancing just as good as they feel receiving their most intimate servant home.

Pictures from yesterday too. Today is the Havirbhu. The luxurious printed silk with the wispy chiffon chodders Mahaprabhu's sash and Gandharvika's veil. Gandharvika's skirt ends one hand above the altar so the slip has a deep brown and orange trim to fill up the space. The garlands are short today so they won't feel the weight. The vase maker was back in town today and showing me how the leaves don't go in front. After that put apples in the bottom of one of the big vases. Nonetheless very artistic vases unbeatable.
Dashing past the hospital, flower market, whalers, post office and gecko's to the Saturday market. There folks are eager to talk. A black and white car passes behind me and someone puts out their arms in a handcuffed position to warn me. "You're cool with johnny law right?" i ask "Yes, they're glad we're here and keeping the park quiet on Saturdays. A band plays on. Then one of the folks i haven't seen in a couple of years comes and talks for a while. A little girl celebrating a birthday hands me a strawberry and then another has had her face painted with strawberries on her cheeks and a carrot for tilak. Her mother tells me conclusively that the pujari in Navadvipa is a left-hand er. Then it's time for a faster dash back for the vaikalika service. Next it's off to the orchard for some fly paper and yet another sprint back for the sandhya and tales of Indian Christians who tried to preach to our folks at the Independence day festival
The most blessed event ends the day with it's blue sari for Gandharvika, Mahaprabhu's green pants and blue kirta, Giridhari's purple kirta, green dhoti and purple cumber bun they dance away into the night.

As Giridhari stood on the altar with a couple of peacock feathers curling below one eye and his coat was purple velvet, i asked the seamstress from the capital of silicon valley if this was the Govardhana puja outfit, she said "Shut up kid". The pink of Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika flanking Giridhari's purple coat and pink dhoti topped by his pink turban. A festival for the eyes of even cupid. Garlands made of flowers grown by a local farmer and one of our own folks.
A blitzkreig of pedaling today. Off like a shot to visit the bear and head on down by the hook and the opal cliff to the wharf and through the village over the snob hill passing not one but two post offices and then the theater and the gecko on the wheel and back to the sandhya.
At the end of a long day the lion retreats to the jungle to take rest for the evening and perhaps catch a glimpse of the night time pastimes of the divine couple and their attendants.

Ask the seamstress to make an ankle length coat, with crystal tear drops, and is the arati starting on time? An elegant forest green, black and silvery gold. The garlands today are just magnificent. Roses mixed with a handful of carnations. The honey bee on Gandharvika's necklace is in hope that the bees will be pacified and not sting any of the folks any more.
Sickness always takes me pedaling where i don't usually go. Today was through the wharf and the village, the cement boat and then down the steep hill past the post office in seconds flat up and all the way to the gecko rounding the gecko to the cruiser king and the jazzersize then the harbor and between the lakes to the east cliff and back up for the evening.
A lion on the chase offered on the Nrsinghacaturdasi this one has more purple than green so it comes along on Friday morning and they dance away Thursday night in it.

So many fantastic colors and superman wears his cape to fly through the air. But as one Gurukula student once told a reporterette, "Superman's a karmi" Giridhari has yellow dhoti and multicolored kirta with a broad blue sash and he's watching us now from the eye of the peacock.
Around the horn of the fruit market and basketball park the gecko and cruiser king. Then the hook, the point and the east cliff the sunny cove is back on the route today along with the windmill bike shop. A roadie even said hello to me today usually they're to seriously absorbed in their pedaling and training to speak. Then it's back for the sandhya and ratri kalina offering.
O deer dough how much you demand. They just wouldn't give an inch this evening no matter how much i whined about hurting from bee stings and such. No, they gave their full mercy unreservedly.

"Where are you coming from?" "I'm coming from the feet of Sri Krsna." "Where is he?" "In the forest" "What is he doing there?""Learning dancing" "Who is his Guru?"Krsna accepts the peacock as his Guru since he learned dancing from one. This outfit is in peacock blue, at least Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika are Giridhari is his traditional yellow.
Pedaling along the wharf and the village where the knick knack shops line the streets and the tourists fill the sidewalks, some quite famous and some you've not heard of. Then the opal cliffs to the point and the hook. The radio station is there on the right and then the sunny cove comes into view. Past the sunny cove there are sufferers on the beach and families pedal by the harbor. Swinging around the gecko on the wheel and the school back to the people's park and the post office next comes the curve into the bridge over Saint Dagwood's river. Onto the bear and the soccer pitch where i keep the pitch to my left and head for the windy road back for the sandhya.
Pralad a dad this evening. The water stopped flowing this evening and in the meantime Sri Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvika-Giridhari go on and enjoy like anything. The night is meant for their pastimes alone