The idea of this outfit is a whole new thing, Giridhari's crown is a lot of wild if the hars, trim and effulgence could speak they'd remind you I was society's freak and named this twice, first “I'm a flower child” In Calcutta purchasing all those extras they felt as if they were in “New York's a go go and everything tastes nice” for the second.
Daisy leis with rose centers flanked by petals and leaves adding to the glory of their dark and fair forms in their play of divine love.
Pedaling today began like any other day offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Off to the hospital curve over Saint Dagwood's river taking the right at the toad road and the toad was off due to today's being Saturday but the toffee nose was there to flash his green pen from his pocket and press it to the paper and in the margin scrawled fragment! Past the navapatra and to the opal cliff the point of the hook and down to the sunny cove. There was celebration going on there and I followed it back to the house it went to. After that the vaikalika called me back and I offered respect to the tree. Passing a cruiser and a tandem on the way up I got there just under the time bell. Back around the southern portion and sprinting all the way back respecting the tree all the way jump to the sandhya all the way.
The most blessed event is this evening's nightdress. Some how the heat had convinced me to just agacca sayana sthanam and turn out the light. But Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari weren't hearing of it. They want to be changed before they start their evening pastimes. So they pulled the strings and made me dance in so many ways that they indeed changed their clothes.