The translation problem here was a wedding with no human couple at its centre, so we staged Tulsi Vivaah literally: the tulsi pedestal as bride, a small blue Krishna as groom, both under a real banana-stalk mandap the way village weddings still raise one. The congregation is a single ring of women with lamp-trays rather than a packed gathering, because pichwai wants the rite legible, not crowded. The cream ground reads as the soft daylight of Prabodhini Ekadashi when the four monsoon months of rest end and weddings may begin again. Cows and a lotus pond anchor the base, tying this household festival to the Krishna world the tulsi has always pointed toward.