Where is that Grand Person? In the niip lane, the peacock goes on saying, it is hard to
understand His illusive game, liila’. In the crimson colour of the eastern sky, He goes
on smiling smearing golden hue. He goes on telling into all ears the message of life with
much affection. He continues coming and going in ears after eras. The world give Him a
name, Ta’rakabrahma. Touching His own self with time and place, but not entangled with
place and time.