Gandharvika has bells on the ruffles of her skirt and so all the darvesas say “she’ll be there with bells on” ‘cause she’s a servant so very very fine. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have mostly green with a bit of purple mixed in.
Leis of petals and whole carnations that are neat and light so while they dance they won’t feel weighed down.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa led me down quite a path today. Quietly in the beginning around the main road to the post office near the triangle where the toffee nose threw his green flag “Fragment! Fragment!” He cried. That was enough diversion to get through the triangle so I just kept my hands on the drops and pedaled along to the gecko but he had taken the day off. Back down the pedaler’s ramp to the tennis park. A car accident blocked the redone road and a detour was taken. A couple of blocks toward the bay and then right round another corner to that took all of us back to the redone road. On my way to the natasala a cat crossed the road so I took another detour to avoid it following a Hindu superstition. Back and then around again to the shopper’s corner that was closed for the celebration of he who had risen from the dead the toffee nose isn’t satisfied with this sentence either. “Fragment! Revise or die!” The cruiser king helps me through the triangle in the absence of the gecko. Sprinting down the pedaler’s ramp again to the bear’s house and the wharf road that comes to the main road. From there it’s bowing to the tree and the sandhya that brings home the last bit of celebrants.
The touch that kills is the nightdress. The red satin and creamy white makes it easy for them to dance the night away tonight.