The night I was born was the ninth day of the waning moon of the month of Kartika.
My brother stood guard at the door so no ghosts who take the form of cats entered into the room.
It was midnight that waning moon night and all the colors were shades of purple like today’s outfit.
The leis are big fluffy roses picked from gardens in mandala. “A tisket a tasket, two full baskets of flowers and petals” the maker left them for the madyakalia and sandhya aratis.
Perhaps the last day of pedal to work week and so there was a rush of pedalers out there to join in. Offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I also join in. The gecko is there at the main road to meet me. First we cross over the bridge over the first highway. A driver of one of the beasts comes to blow their horn. No response. A second louder longer blast and the toffee nose joins in. Response, no again so the toffee nose jumps up and displays the ankusa mudra. Internally we laugh at the beast and the toffee nose but show no emotion. That causes both of them to become irate. More internal laughter but still nothing outside it seems that the toffee nose is going to burst. Guffaws. Taking the right at the curve and going to the tennis park the road goes on to the windmill. Then we come to the sunny cove and sprint to the wharf road. We take the left to the soccer pitch. Following the road up to the redone road. The natasala has a film festival going on this evening. We read the sign but decide it’s almost time for the sandhya so he goes to his home and I turn at the shopper’s corner and fly through the triangle. Huffing and puffing I keep the pace through the commercial way. Then the long and winding I respect the rath-bhojana-vrksa and speak to a buck grazing there. The sandhya gives me a push up the stairs and back to blow the shank.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance the night away. The night are warm and it won’t be long till the full moon comes.