The rust and avocado shapes dance upon the rich beige silk and the chiffon chodders and sash slowly trips. Big and floppy effulgence serve as the backdrop for their day’s pastimes. Leis with closed stargazer lilies in the centers the rusty trim ties it all in. The dark and fair forms beautify the necklaces and the dress too rounding out the sannyasa smaranam of Mahaprabhu.
In and around the fruit market pedalers are in their basic training gear. There’s one out just for fun flags and festoons in the breeze keeping maya on the run. One pedals by and gives me a wave, wow how the magic happens with the appearance of the sun. But down by the sufferers hang out only the driftwood answers the clear call of the sea, since the chill has set in. The sun going down summons me back for the sandhya to be ringing in the night.
The most blessed event is how they go on enjoying like anything never mind the weather, number of folks or their happiness or lack of it.