Just came out of the ricksaw and we're on the way to the nath mandir
The incense makes me so dizzy I rush to take darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari, everyone's best friends, and pujariji is offering them a mirror to see how they look today.
They won't eat anything cooked in oil and this dress is the color of ghee. And the orange accent with the jari appliqués keep the codders from floating away.
Purple hyacinth and rose leis there's even one for the flute. Their fragrant and light and follow the contours of the Deities bodies making them even more beautiful.
Quickly dashing to a ceremony for a passed on friend then back for the vaikalika service. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is respected and I go back to the navapatra. First through the parking lots of the bank and hospital across the street from where the ceremony had just taken place. A team from the local radio station pulls me in. Breaking away I take off in the direction of the gecko who is waiting for me near the shopper's corner. We pass the cruiser king's reviewing stand and shoot through the triangle. Through the harbor where the boats are out on the “sea” the toffee nose won't accept this sentence and tuts and sputters until I write this down. Between the lakes the sufferers look as if there is a party going on. We're too absorbed in the sprint to stop and check it out. The wharf road is waiting for us to proceed to the long and winding one that the asrama. The sandhya draws near and I go on alone to slide in just under the wire.
The most blessed event as usual on Saturday night. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari want to dance a little late tonight under the cloudy sky.