Blue and gold that’s what she’d call this outfit
Cause she’s a well respected seamstress in our gang
Naming the outfits in such a right way doing it so conservatively
But the murk sees things a little different
He knows they worship Giridhari here and pray to him there
And he goes on without a care
The only thing to draw his attention is his dedicated followers emotion
Leis reach their lotus toes following their movements in their dance
The only thing to draw his attention is his dedicated followers emotion
A day like any other starting from the asrama and spinning to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing in remembrance of the words of SGM. On the main road the gecko is waiting. We pedal together to the campa hatti hill. Making the left we chase each other to the opal cliff. The sufferers are there in small numbers but we fly through to the point of the hook. From there we go between the lakes. A bon fire is already burning and folks huddle to keep warm. The natasala is dark today. We take the left to the shop. This time around the gecko stays with me but tells me when we get to the tretchours triangle and I take leave for the sandhya. down the peddler’s ramp and on to feed the bear. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head. The kalarupa pulls me this evening to the sandhya.
Pralad-a-dad to night. The evening showers once again keep everyone inside and let the rain come down for there isn’t a hole in the roof and the rain won’t get in to stop your mind from wondering…