~ A GIRL WHO FELL IN LOVE WITH THE CREATOR ~

8. Vision

'Vrindavan -- painted in blue! Probably in its most happiest form.

Those soft hands of Gopis, with bangles jingling on their wrists while churning milk.

Yamuna's cold waves crawling on to the shore, like a baby to her mother.

Those soft feet of Radhey running on your call, while those jumping anklets indicate her restlessness to see you.

Your little ears turning pink while Yashoda maiyya twists them unwillingly.

Cows & calves taking shelter under your feet like that's their only adobe.'

No matter where I am, I see all this when I close my eyes. The whole vision is just perfectly clear, as if I'm so near!

But your face? Never!!

It's always hazy.

The harder I try, the hazier it gets.

Such a tease! What is this strange satisfaction that you get in playing with Meera's heart?

Radhey radhey!