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Happy Birthday Kanha!
As you turn round the corner, a pair of delightful, innocent eyes, with shining chocolate orbs would bid you welcome. The dark fingers will hold a tuft of his shiny, untidy hair to tuck it behind the ears with dazzling fish-shaped earrings, while letting the soft breeze emanating from the sweet parting of lips to do the rest.
The lips would then curl up in a testing smile, which will soon give way to a sheepish grin as he'd step aside to give you way.
He would then draw a deep breath and position his golden flute to his mouth, and close his eyes, as if in preparation of the reception of pleasure of the highest degree.
You'd notice his bangles and armlets. Your eyes would then travel up to the necklaces that adorn his chest. The jewels would bedazzle you. But, even in the shadows of the ivy vines, you would appreciate his appearance, that, in darkness outshone darkness itself.
His outrageous yellow garments might shock your eyes to an extent, but as you get used to it, you admire the intricate designs in sewing which, as he would proudly tell you in a melodiously deep voice, his mother spent nights.
His anklets, now would no longer amuse you, for it, though not a trend, was in vogue with the rest of his mien.
As your eyes shoot up again to examine his hairstyle, you see the peacock feather tucked neatly in the gleaming crown he wore. It was already askew.
Well, that is Krishna for you.
As you turn round the corner, a pair of delightful, innocent eyes, with shining chocolate orbs would bid you welcome. The dark fingers will hold a tuft of his shiny, untidy hair to tuck it behind the ears with dazzling fish-shaped earrings, while letting the soft breeze emanating from the sweet parting of lips to do the rest.
The lips would then curl up in a testing smile, which will soon give way to a sheepish grin as he'd step aside to give you way.
He would then draw a deep breath and position his golden flute to his mouth, and close his eyes, as if in preparation of the reception of pleasure of the highest degree.
You'd notice his bangles and armlets. Your eyes would then travel up to the necklaces that adorn his chest. The jewels would bedazzle you. But, even in the shadows of the ivy vines, you would appreciate his appearance, that, in darkness outshone darkness itself.
His outrageous yellow garments might shock your eyes to an extent, but as you get used to it, you admire the intricate designs in sewing which, as he would proudly tell you in a melodiously deep voice, his mother spent nights.
His anklets, now would no longer amuse you, for it, though not a trend, was in vogue with the rest of his mien.
As your eyes shoot up again to examine his hairstyle, you see the peacock feather tucked neatly in the gleaming crown he wore. It was already askew.
Well, that is Krishna for you.
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