Mohana Murali

Ongoing G

Summary: Why, Radha, why do my lips always chant your name, as it reverberates through the chambers of my heart? Whatever the world may think, I am yours, and you are mine. Do you know, your eyes weave a magic that even the gods cannot explain? I willed my feet to move, yet they refused to leave your side. “Why, Radha, why does my heart longing to be with you alone?” They sat together in a blooming bower, where the air was heavy with fragrance. Suddenly, a peacock rushed in, carrying a well-pecked piece of bamboo, and began to dance with delight before them, as if blessing their union. Author's Note: Radha drifts through time in shifting hues, for some, the forbidden flame of desire, for others, the eternal light of devotion. Caught between earthbound longing and celestial love, she remains the most mysterious whisper in the song of Indian mythology. Trigger Warning: No Trigger warnings