“Are they wearing pink today?” the garland maker asked “No” I replied. “Pink and green?” “No” “Purple and green?” “No” “What are they wearing?” “A multiplicity of colors. If that's not a word I just made right here on the spot”
Folks will tell you that the Deities came from Navadvipa out of the jungle there where birds sing a variety of songs not known here in the west they're enchanting and steal your mind from the mundane vibration. Here in the woods the Deities wear brightly colored clothes on the Ekadasi day. The garlands are of roses and leaves in a simply elegant way. Even though I don't see them as pink the seamstress would. Interestingly in new vyau puri, many years ago, on this eleventh day Kisora and Kisori wore this color and the name game called it dark pink.
Through the village and around the cement boat where the tourists are fewer now back around the park that sounds like Namasaranya but isn't then past the mansion of the Doctor. Along the peaks and valleys of the road past the post office and the light house center then the wharf road to the opal cliff. Tracing along beach road and then to the highway bridge back past the hospital and the flower place again then to the asrama road for sandhya time
In his orange dhoti and kirta with purple cumberbund and chodder he looks like a swami gone to town. He and his friends go off into the woods for their late night merry making to be back for the waking.