We went down to Parmatala to get some cloth for an outfit. We decided to get a sari, royal blue, a favorite, Radha's own. The tradition speaks for itself. Next it was time for the arati and the devotees went in to be seen, Mahaprahbu in mango and Giridhari in yellow, the tradition speaks for itself. "Mahaprabhu's garland isn't centered" the maker told me. "There isn't an even number of flowers" i answered back. Then the maker studied for a minute and had to agree that i was right.
Pedaling in the overcast light i figured to pedal to the same destination and so i hopped on my ride while i counted i got to seven past five. Even though the rain was nothing but water and clouds blocked out the sun i hid at one end of the rainbow and pedaled though the storm wasn't done. i spoke to friends i met along the way and all said i was hooked so i kept them in my saddle bag but made no extra drag! Even though the rain was merely water and the overcast blocked out the sun, i hid inside an ancient barn to pedal though the storm isn't done. i saw some with an umbrella growing out his helmet it let me chuckle inside. Even though the rain was nothing but water and the drops masked the sun, he had his unique way to keep pedaling even though the storm wasn't done.
Crash! Bang! Boom! Bhakta Blade had been cruising along until he knocked over a vase. He caught the vase and thought it was done but no sooner had that crossed his mind then he saw Giridhari's crown fall to the floor and Gandharvika's veil push over one of the sila's parasols from their throne. He recovered and the rest of the Pralad a dad dress went on without too much incident and Gandharvika Giridhari and Mahaprabhu go on enjoying like anything.