Frolicking in the pasture
The cows and cowherd boys
Laughing
Frolicking in the pasture
Can’t wait to rejoin your association
in Vrndavan’s land
feasting on yogurt, milk butter and cream
all things that make up this high dream
most sublime
in this rhyme about pasture media time
Gecko and I take off for a quick trip on the highway of information taking the exit at the creek just before the lion’s park. Going up the campa hatti hill taking the left around the beach pointing to the hook. Between the lakes a team is training for an upcoming race. The two respect the many and head on to the natasala where Gecko takes leave. I round the corner to the reviewing stand. Stealthily going through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot which is closed. The tennis park is on the right. Toad’s road takes me to see the bear. Going left and right through the beast lot to wharf road under the first highway left on the main street the rath-bhojana-vrksa waits my folded palms along with the kalarupa who follows me to the sandhya bunnies and deer are there to greet me as the ceremony begins.
In yet another Nrsimhacaturdasi nightdress, Hiranyakasipu, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari make ready to enjoy their pastimes with the most grace and happiness. Gandharvika tries to hide her jewelry and Giridhari separates his ankle bell. It takes a few minutes to repair it.