Guru kula sadie with Bengali kind of sassy sari climbing up past her ankles then there were a group of cowherd girls asking a bit help from me
“help us pick flowers for our mistress” it was ecstatic to hear the sound of their bangles
then there was a loud noise from what seemed like next door brought me back here and I saw all of you had broken my happy dream
it was ecstatic to hear the sound of their bangles
They turned the snap dragons, iris and leaves into leis that swayed with their bodies as they danced
The gecko and i respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa in memory of the words of SGM. The main road takes us through the southland and on to the snob hill. Through the village we laugh all the way at the beasts and all the trouble they have. The opal cliffs are mostly empty with the chill once again. We point to the hook and sprint between the lakes where the few are starting their fires. The natasala is dark till middle of the month. We see a team coming up from the downtown and we go on to Saint Dagwood's park where we go through the center and see all the basket people talking to themselves or are they just using mobile phones? Back to the corner and the reviewing stand where the gecko and i go our different directions. He goes to the shop and i hammer to the peddler's ramp and on to the bear in his scarf and gloves. The wharf road gets me there in time for the main road and the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches in silence as i bow my head and spin beside the kalarupa to the sandhya.
The fire is stoked high so no chodders tonight but they still slip into their Saturday night Hiranya Kasipu nightdress. The are happy for the fire and engage in their pastimes all night long.