The seamstress had such a small budget
To pay for this outfit
The tailor got so perplexed
He made the dhotis a complete mess
We had to read the answer from the ancient Sanskrit text
Then light up another incense stick
To learn to correct, mistakes to correct.
All along the long and winding road the gecko and I come to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we fold our palms in respect. The main road takes us to the lion's park. There are two teams ahead of us and we catch up to the one behind. They don't say anything about us pedaling in the rear into the village. There they take the left and we go on to the opal cliffs where the sufferers are changing from wetsuits to “civil cloth”. We sprint by on the way to the point of the hook. The peddlers have changed into cruisers. We easily weave in and out until we've overtaken them. Of course they are a more laid back lot and though we aren't racers we pedal a little harder than they. At the redone road we go left and sprint once again to the natasala. They are getting ready for tomorrow's show. The gecko knows that he has to take leave to close his shop and I have to get back for the sandhya. The long and winding takes me past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow my head and meet the kalarupa and we hammer to the sandhya. Since yesterday's tune up I am able to out dual him and make the ceremony on time.
Om Pamahamsa Thakura couldn't make it this evening so I helped Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvkia-Giridhari into their lotus nails nightdress. There is some friendly teasing and chat but over all they just get into their pajamas and take rest after a long and busy day