Gilded Bay gurur brahma, gurur vishnu

govinda shook his head, laughing as he shivered. "bilkul nahin," he said emphatically, his teeth gleaming in a grin. "i cannot stand the cold. you've got a much thicker pelt than mine; of course you'd enjoy it," he pointed out, expression growing cheeky. norsamu. she spoke like no one he had ever heard before; he liked her rollicking cadence.

"govinda," he responded, giving a slight bow of his head. "pleasure to meet you. do you live around here?" he had always preferred conversation to meditation, anyway. sometimes losing one's tether to reality did more harm than good.