One of the folks says to me "This outfit's name? I think I know, don't tell the seamstress though" "But she won't hear us talking here, it's Havirbhu, it must be so" i give my pointed head a shake to confirm the name is no mistake. The chiffon chodderss with jari aplique, look so right when the float that way. A touch of orange and avacado on the rich beige silk, safe to say it's smooth as milk.
The wind at my back down the asrama road and i start off quickly to the former fancy flowers turn. Rounding the bend to the tennis park, public radio and pack of families pedaling together. Seasonal costumes are for rent along the way then there's the bank. The gecko says there's still time and i sprint down around the Saturday market in Saint Dagwood's park. i turn back to return and there's a pedaler with a garland. "Where did you get that?" i ask "From the deity of the sufferer. They changed his dress to a winter one today since the fresh wind blows along the lighthouse path. From the point to the hook and then the wharf road. There's someone with a torch taped to their helmet. Going past me a car guy leans out and places his finger in the air "Faster! God's waiting!" He exclaims. i pedal harder and as i pull up the drive some one greets me with "You can't shower cause the water is off." hrumph.
The most blessed event is the night dress on this breezy night. The stars are out to witness their dancing and playing in the woods.