"Oh my dear, this is not what i came to talk about. i came to talk about the pink turban and purple coat that Giridhari is wearing today. Mahaprabhu's skinny chodder and Gandharvika's pink sari yeah that's what i came to talk about. It was offered for Guru Maharaja's appearance some nine years ago. Poor young seamstress, didn't have a panjicka and the first day near it is the Govardhana Puja. When she was teased about the "Govardhana Puja outfit" she named it by saying "Shut up kid." Leis of narcissus and jonquils along with irises. The heart shape always melts the minds of those who take it's darsana.
Well every day the sun can't shine and today there was sunshine mixed with large raindrops. Since they were large it was not so hard to find the space between them to pedal along the main road after respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to meet up with the resourceful gecko who carried in his pocket an umbrella big enough for the both of us to pedal past the cruiser king and on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot then to the harbor, between the lakes and the skull and cross bones. Further on to the big road and there the soccer pitch. The wharf road to the long and winding where the tree waits for all to bow. In for the vaikalika with the sandhya sure to follow.
With the clouds parting, there seemed to be some time to steal into the far off jungle for a long night's dance in the white nightdress.