❝ All along I believed I would find you, Time has brought your heart to me.
I have loved you for a thousand year, I'll love you for a thousand more. ❞ (🌷)
𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵.. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸�...
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In the serene village of Gokul, amidst the gentle rustle of trees and the playful chirping of birds, Baby Krishna, now two years old, exuded his usual charm. His mischievous eyes sparkled with curiosity as he roamed about in his small seat, seeking mischief at every turn. Beside him, his doting brother, a reflection of his playful spirit, giggled in delight, mirroring her brother's antics.
Meanwhile, in the cozy dining room of Nanda's home, a conversation unfolded between Yashoda, Rohini, and Nanda. Yashoda, with a twinkle in her eye, inquired about a name for their firstborn, Balram.
"Jiji, have you thought of a name for our dear Balram?" Yashoda asked eagerly.
Rohini nodded with a smile. "Yes, Yashoda. His name shall be Balram."
Yashoda's face lit up with joy. "What a wonderful name, Jiji!"
Nanda agreed, "Indeed, it is."
Rohini, with a serene expression, remarked, "I feel as though the name was bestowed upon him by the divine."
Yashoda then turned to Nanda and asked, "And what about our beloved Manmohak?"
Nanda pondered for a moment before replying, "He is still so young. Let us wait a while longer before deciding."
Rohini nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, let it be."
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In kailash-
Later that night, in the quietude of their chambers, the celestial realm stirred with a profound decision. Mahalakshmi, adorned with magical powers, found herself unable to take human form without splitting herself into multiple parts. Brahma Dev appeared, explaining the necessity of her division.
"Why must I divide myself?" Mahalakshmi cried out in anguish.
Parvati, with a soothing voice, tried to calm her, "Think of the greater good, dear Lakshmi. Sacrifices must be made for the welfare of the world."
Amidst tears and turmoil, Mahalakshmi reluctantly agreed, her heart heavy with the impending separation. With Brahma Dev's guidance, she resolved to divide herself, each part destined to marry Narayan incarnated in human form.
As Mahalakshmi's radiant essence split and scattered across realms, one particularly luminous fragment found its way to Gokul. Nestled within the womb of a woman named Kriti, it awaited its destined journey.
The convergence of divine and mortal threads wove a tapestry of fate, binding the destinies of gods and humans alike in a timeless dance of sacrifice and transcendence.
