Ruhi - The Essence Of His Soul.

Chapter 36

"Will you stop staring? Have you any idea just how creepy it is?" Teased Krishn, his voice laced in humor. Amusement thrumming through him.

A smirk playing on his lips, while he looked up from where he sat on the ground.

In the center of the garden, where  trees had thick roofs of leaves covering from the golden rays of sun.

Next to the huge oak stood Ruhi, dropped in the softest of odhni, and a lush, soft flowing lehnga sat on her hips.

Too lost, in him to take a note of her surroundings. His words had her jolting, while she blinked rapidly.

Her cheeks warming, she looked around. "What are you talking about?" She asked feining confusion.

"Oh really?" He teased, turning his face to look up from the clay, and gazing at her. Raising an eye brow at her in question, he faked a serious look.

"Are you lying to the lord?" Mock seriousness laced his words, making his voice deeper than usual.

"So what if I am?" She challenged,  folding her hands on her chest,  walking up to him. He beamed amused.

"Someone got a backbone?"

"You mean I didn't have one before?" Her voice held a questioning tone.

"I didn't say so, you did." He deadpanned, returning his gaze back at the work in hand.

Warmth unfurled in his chest, his eyes softening. Ruhi was confused, why was he so happy?

Never, in her life she had seen him look so peaceful,  so serene,  so calm, and above all, so happy.

This joy that marked his face was different, so very different. She couldn't put a finger on it, but there was just so unique about it.

Like, all the happiness in the world had fallen in his lap, while he made something with that clay.

"What are you doing Kanha?" She couldn't hold back anymore, the sound of her anklets filling the air, while she walked ahead.

With a smile on his face, he blinked, tears glazing in the dark orbs with happiness, he looked at her.

"Creating life." He whispered, a soft wind of confession leaving his mouth. "Uh?" She asked dumbfounded,  created life as in?

Her mind fail to process, what he was trying to say. Creating life. She blinked, to him Krishn had always been a friend, just a normal person, and for the first time Sue realised.

That the man she considered so normal, was actually not. The realisation evoked some new emotions,  feelings that were unknown, and just strange.

In the back of her mind, she always recognised his divinity, but again he was also a friend.

She sat beside him, watching as he created men and women from clay, some birds,  and other animals and birds.

The sight was entrapping, too surreal. Never, in her life she could imagine something like this.

It was magical. The air seemed to sing with joy, warmth of love filling the air.  Krishn was entrapped in his task.

His heart thrumming with joy, soul signing with a warmth, for a new life. True, it was that there were more than billions of life that he had created from time endless.

But, everytime, it was different. He felt like a mother did, everytime he held the clay in his palm, his hands moulding it with love.

Some were short,  some he created tall. Some males, others were females. They all varied in size, and shapes, but everytime, the love with which he molded them was same.