It would be dawn in few minutes.She picked her clothes and pushed open the carved wooden door. She started walking towards the river. It was dark with the moonlight sliding through the trees and lighting the dust and grass indistinctly. The insects that flew around were making brief appearance time to time as they flew through the discreet moonlight and darkness. Their fluttering made her smile. It was cold and pleasant. The birds were chirping in a wait for the break of light. The nocturnal insects beautifully complimenting with their harsh but monotonous creaking adjusting the gaps between the chirps. She kept walking. The rustling sound of the river could now be heard. It sent a refreshing fragrance with the wind. Today is Ravivar(Sunday), she thought and a gush of happiness ran through her. She took a deep breath. Ravivar, she thought again. She met Him, Krishna, everyday but ravivar was not like the other days. She found Krishna mystically associated with Ravivar, she didn't knew what exactly. Was it the Ravi(Sun) who brightens everyone's life is like my Krishna ? Or is the Krishna himself the sun. She had experienced nothing less than a God in him, whenever she looked into his eyes. She had now reached the waters.
In few minutes she emerged as a beauty from the river. The first ray of the sun was about to touch the ground, she was ready in her new clothes. The green ghagra with golden lace sang about her womanhood. The dupatta swayed the with the wind rtyhmic with her long silky hair. A bright smile was flashed on her face. She sang, hummed as she walked her curvey style taking few turns spreading her hand in the wind as she smiled and laughed in between thinking of Krishna. She would meet him soon.
From somewhere, the breeze carried the gentle sound of flute, calling her and she inadvertently moved towards it. Krishna was around, the idea of his presence was enough to make her happy. She walked hurriedly, almost dance-like with her curvey walk. He was there, she could see him. But ... he wasn't alone. He was with a gopika, she was gawking at his eyes as he flirted with lock that was brushing her face in the wind.
It wasn't acceptable. How could he ? He is mine, a gush of anger and longing filled her heart. She wanted to grab him from her. Her eyes filled with tears. She jerked around to escape the agitation, couldn't stop sobbing. "Radha", a soft voice called, the golden voice, the voice she was longing for. Before opening her eyes she turned to recheck if they were still there, but it was empty, untouched. He was before her eyes. She wanted to be angry on him but the frown on her face disappeared, it was impossible. "I am angry on you. You were flirting around" "You are special to me Radha. Look in my eyes" the silky voice said, she complied. His dark skin was scintillating. The two eyes just like lotus petals were like magnet, pulling her. He must be smiling as it make the eyes point at the corners which made them look more beautiful. "Tell me Radha, are you angry on me ?" She was already trapped in the eyes but it was a divine trap, she could willingly spend her life in it. "Tell me Radha, are you angry ?" "No", how can she ? He pulled the his flute and dragged her into the sacred dream with her favourite melody...
P.S This was the most beautiful experience of writing to me. I have always wanted to write about the love of Radha Krishna, but I knew it wasn’t a piece of cake.
It’s magical, selfless love that makes me wonder.There’s a song “Mi Radhika” sung by Arti Ankalikar that takes me closer to the divine couple. Do listen. The song, the words, the rhythm, the Flute, it’s really magical.