Gandharvika pulled up her hood and went to see her lord
The service there had increased so many folds.
All around the chariots and elephants made a tumultuous sound
Characters there turned it into sacred ground.
Sages would later say that is the place of highest worship
Gandharvika in that hood thinks of their small village and wants to bring him back
The leis flow along with the consciousness of the day
From the village to the natural bridge the gecko and I alternate between spinning and sprinting. The cruisers pull over while the racers show us who the real pedalers are. East cliff is full of people with their dogs and kids. The west cliff has the sufferer thakura Today there is also some suffering competition so many are walking on the pedaling path. The gecko and I have to carefully weave in and out of them. From the bridge the traffic is lighter and our speed picks up. We circle the spinner’s church and then look over the mountain men on their ramps and such. From there we pass the shop where the gecko parts and I have to charge back to make the sandhya. There are fresh leis and clothes to be put on and the kalarupa has to push me all the way to the door to make the time.
It’s a miracle mom that these festival days come off as smooth as they do. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take rest dancing and dancing through the night.