Cooler than sandalwood, man alive
Giridhari’s finest potency and that’s no jive
Sue ‘nila Sue ‘nila vasana
Giridhari’s yellow dhoti and purple chodder
Mahaprabhu with green chodder and sash to match
Embroidered kirta and mango colored pants
Sue “nila Sue ‘nila vasana
Rose petal leis with sunflower bursts
Little lilies also to quench parched eye’s thirst
Gecko and I take off for the shop to pick up my rig for today six turns out to be nine. Sprinting to the main street respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa crossing the first highway chattering all the way. When the campa hatti comes conversation goes to “did you see that guy’s helmet?” it had wings on it and he wore a mask of a skull. On along past the whalers and the post office through the treacherous triangle arriving at the shop getting the rig and off again around the corner to the reviewing stand where cruiser king is watching. Leave is taken there and I go to the peddler’s ramp past the bear. Right on the big road and left to the southland to visit the spacey highway. Across the main street I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammer to the sandhya. There are no loka says one, “only the three loka I admire most” I shoot back and the first laughs.
From Nrsimhacaturdasi comes Pralad-a-dad the nightdress for tonight. It’s a quick and quiet one and they perform their pastimes with grace and happiness. Gandharvika’s paneled skirt floats and dips to the rhythm of their dancing.