nrsimhacaturdasi coming together at the sandhya for arati the swami waiting for darsana asking where's the pujari gone i think he's gone to sleep came the answer leis of roses and gerbera centers still another rainy day cycle babble and i traveling between the drips from the curve where the opals are between the lakes the tennis park and the harbor round the corner natasala and treacherous triangle market has a straggling few ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold true maharani again says it's the best all who come for the ceremony of the bells are blessed in synchronicity yellow mango and blue with effulgence of peacocks in view they take their rest or whatever they do