The one that was made by a different seamstress. In the tradition of another society. In that tradition each Deity is wearing a har with a couple of strands of pearls. Giridhari's coat and chodder float high in the breeze while Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu are calm. "I'm going to give you Giridhari" the garland maker told me today. "i'm so fortunate!" i answered "You'regoing to give me Giridhari" then the maker brought the garland for Giridhari and realized that an apostrophe s had been left out.
The helicopter had landed in the port of the hospital as i pedaled by today. It's a sight that always will remind me of the Kernel of divine love. As i crossed over the bridge a man on the tiniest motorcycle i've seen outside of a circus went by me. i waited for a bunch of clowns but they didn't come. Onward to the peoples congregation place and after yielding the right way past the theater and back through the harbor where the sea gulls fly. After the vaikalika then there was the wharf and the opal cliff passing the radio station and the PRT the windmill appears. Between the lakes and back up to the bridge to the asrama, the sandhya and a surprise.
After such a day the lion goes off into the deep jungle and sleeps while the Deities engage in their pastimes with grace and happiness