Krishna respected each and every woman in his lifetime. Being such a sensitive lover, how could he ever be able to forget or neglect his childhood lover Radha? Not convincingly logical though! I imagine, he maintained the mystic relationship in thought with Radha throughout his life. Despite his many wives and passionate and honorable relationship with all of them, what has stood out through ages and centuries is the sublime, undying and metaphysical love for Radha! That underlines the eternal truth of the overpowering and overwhelming influence of Radha's pure love on Krishna's psyche and life. As I imagine, Radha's love was at another level, that resonated in all her hankerings throughout her life. Some of these caged thoughts were there in me, since long, but are finding their way out through this piece of writing; in a way, it is a search within for me, my inquisitive mind is the lighted wisp, my emotional outbursts are my guiding forces and all my learned friends' suggestions are used as constructive instructions. I will have to wait and see how successful I will be in expressing my inner thoughts in this Novelette!
Their separation was inevitable. When Krishna left Brindavan, Radha was stranded there in loneliness... desolate and in inconsolable sorrow. All of a sudden, one day, she heard that a chariot was at Nand's front yard and someone came running to her to take her to Nand's house !! My story deals with this angle of her bittersweet musings, her fleeting emotions of angst and ecstasy!
The plot will move in line with the vast chronicle of Krishna's life, her longing for him, her yearning and waiting for his return and meanwhile her pangs at the sudden separation.
Here is the Teaser--
A fresh wave hit that river bank, where a dream was sitting, waiting for that serene dawn of his darshan!
A wounded heart will heal in time. When it does, the memories of that distanced one sealed inside would comfort the aching heart! There has not been a single day that Radha has not waited for her Krishna. With every breath that she has drawn, she has taken his name.
Slowly, the mist was melting in the late morning rays, like the mystic music spreading its melody over that quivering heart!
Love had lost its state and existence because it already transmuted itself into a melodious sway of ragas a heart can sing, just like the melted snow merges into the river and forgets its earlier state! Here love manifested itself as a rainbow in the revelations of Radha who was caught in her swirl of emotions, sitting under the Tamala tree in that meager sunlight which forced its way through the slit of the tree branches...her face was pale and lips twitching ...!
"What a sublime peace suffuses this morning, Krishna! When doves murmured on boughs or breeze sighed in sprigs, if waves gurgled in the pond and distant woodwind sounded musical, I was thinking you arrived for me! I looked all around with brimming eyes. Please come once and don't leave me anymore, even for a moment, lest this exultant heart will break!"
The cowherd maidens are watching her with suppressed smiles. It's an everyday ritual for them. The flowing water, the swaying waves, the moving breeze with the scent of those floral fragrances, all knew of her love and longing for her Krishna!
" Krishna, your thoughts are paving the stairway to the stars, celestial light beckons me when I see you in front of me, though it is illusory! Is the sky not an illusion but it consists of many stars, Sun, the Moon and many clouds in it? Krishna, come to your Radha once, walking on the path of clouds, or at least smile at me from those glistening river's gentle ripples," she pined ceaselessly!
Radha sat there on the river bank seeking peace in solitude. She realized that her Krishna is a King now with many worldly responsibilities. She heard the stories of his association with the Hasthinapur princes, the Pandavas and their changing status day by day. Meanwhile, Krishna fought many battles and expanded the territory of his kingdom. Shifted His base from Mathura to Dwaraka. He was the guiding force to the Yadava clan now ... .showered opulence and wellness to Mathura and Dwaraka people.
"It was very vivid to my mind Krishna, still I remember that evening's conversation with you while swaying on that floral creeper swing! When I was watching your image on the gyrating wavelets of River Yamuna, you suddenly asked me with a garland in your hands, 'Radha, let us marry... now itself, under the moon and stars as witnesses!' Your words rendered me speechless ' ", with trepidation, she was reliving that moment!-----
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