Coming in for darsana Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dressed in red silk embroidered with peacock feathers crowned by the very same cloth. The sumanas flower leis don’t do much but the rose petal one attracting the finest part of my mind. Now Giridhari plays on his bamboo flute and makes all the three worlds dance. They all sing his glory but somehow they just can’t find the end. All the while Gandharvika smiles to see Mahaprabhu’s fun in search for their lost servants with a jolly mischievous mood.
As the sun begins to cool pedaling begins. Respect to the rath-bhojana-vrksa in the memory of SGM’s instruction. The gecko and I meet in the curve at the hospital. Together we pass the tennis park and keep the windmill on our left. All the way down to the opal cliff where the sufferers are changing into people. A side trip to the navapatra brings us to the point of the hook. The redone road beckons and we answer. The natasala is featuring a presidential dreamer this evening. Hundreds of Corvairs are parked out front in his honor. The gecko and I high five at the sight while the toffee nose just draws his green line under the last sentence and in his snobby voice coldly says “that’s another fragment”. The gecko jumps off here and I once again am left to race back to the asrama. A fellow pedaler takes the toffee nose and stuffs him under his arm stopping the traffic from negotiating the triangle by walking in front of the beasts. Going down the pedaler’s ramp all the way between the lakes and the east cliff. The big road takes me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa for offering respect. The sandhya awaits and I return and blow the sank to begin the service.
This nightdress is called ‘baby blue’ ‘cause there’s a name for all the outfits for all the Deities in the world. The night is clear and just chilly enough for them to go out dancing and not feel any wrong.