A few years ago lotuses, dragon flies and Bengali magic permiated the air and this dress was offered for Janmastami. The crowns always steel the show because they over flow with silken flowers. More suspended animation garlands as both when they went on and came off petals fell everywhere.
Off again to mahamuni's post box where nothing was in store. Then to the fruit market around the village and the snob hill up the back road to the gecko rounding the turn past the car dealership where the radicals once put out the window and then over the bridge down the toad road and to the soccer pitch. Keeping the pitch on my right i head for the wharf road and the long and winding one to the asrama and the sunset service. Along the the dui cakra ratha pracara leader came up behind me and chased me to the door.
The warm night and the most blessed event sees the Deities ready for their evening nap and perhaps one last dance.