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CHARACTERS

Raadha

Krishna

Dwarka

Cool moonlight swept into the dimly lit chamber, grazing the gushing curtains. Breeze whirled around, mingled with the salty fragrance of the oceans and whistled around his luscious locks that laid lazily sprawled around his broad shoulders. Murari's lashes dimmed, as he pushed the floor with his lotus feet, the luxurious swing jerking forward and backward, smoothly. Cushions were embedded for comfort, gold carvings etched around to magnify its appearance. 

Dwarkadheesh's swing, had grandeur.

But, what about that simple swing of vines and wood in the forests? 

Kanha's swing, had simplicity.

His long marked fingers fondly and gently grazed against the uneven surface of a tiny clay ornament, tracing the carvings amusedly. The iridescent feather tucked in his diadem swayed along, as he descended on the cushion with his temple resting against his palm, a winsome smile plastered on his lips. Mellow breaths left his lips with eyes closed, as memories as fresh as it can be replayed in his head, "This, shall no longer fit in your wrist, Raadhe." And a titter escaped him, only he aware of a thousand of emotions it carried forth.

Ah, those days, golden blissful days. 

He not older than an eight, was the apple of everyone's eyes back in Vrindaavan.  Apple would be an understatement, he was every possible adorable thing they could've thought about. He would've disappeared butter from every single household he had went to, he still remembered the delectable taste of the cream from every household. And being chased around with sticks, by every single Gopi; chase was just an excuse to have a glimpse of Kanha. 

And Raadha to had her own excuses to allow her lovelorn eyes have a glimpse of that stealer of hearts. To run behind Krishna was just a miniscule attempt. And Krishna had his own ways to allow her to rush towards him, frolicking with glee. Her cheerful laughter, her beguiling aura, the delicious cream and butter from her hands, and of course her love. 

Her chiming of anklets as she scurried down the muddy lanes to meet the one and only Krishna, wrapping her arms around his neck, causing him to flash a delighted grin and halt playing his flute. Childishly they would brush their cheeks against each other, giggling amidst themselves, merrily enjoying each other's company.

What they hadn't done together? From smearing mud upon each other after rolling on the ground, splashing cool waters upon each other, chasing each other, always being together in all sorts of games, feeding each other delicacies which their mothers had fondly prepared--be it Kheer which Raadha's mother Kirtida would prepare the best or Srikhand from Yashoda which was highly praised about. 

And of course, Raasleela. 

She was everything to fulfil the darling of Vrindaavan.

Everyone said, "Look at Raadha Krishna! They both, just can't stay without each other's company."

"How am I looking?" Raadha giggled and twirled around for the umpteenth time, glancing at her reflection in the clear gushing waters of the Yamuna. She cupped her mouth with her tiny palms, her eyes squinting to hold the delightful titters she was having after Kanha carefully inserted a peacock feather in her tresses which were tucked up in a bun.

 Her regular drapes were replaced by Kanha's raiment, which he excitedly tied around her torso and waist, "Just like me!" Krishna squealed in delight, his miniscule soft petal like fingers curling around Raadha's cheeks and pinching them. 

"Now, give me that," She pressed her lips into a smile, instantly drawing out the flute that was tucked in his waistband and inserting it in her own, "Now that you look like me, we will fool everyone." They both giggled at the prospect of it, innocently. Hastily picking up her clay ornaments, she slipped a neckpiece over Krishna's neck and a few clay bangles down his wrist. Wrapping a flowing garment around his chest and waist and freeing his flowing curls, she stepped back to admire her own deed, "Oh my!" 

And their day went on fooling everyone, Raadha claimed to be Krishna, and Krishna claimed to be Raadha. 

And the Brijwasis laughed, laughed not because they were amused at their swap of clothes, but they wondering whether the both of them were doing a new gimmick to fool them. That day, Raadha sneaked in a household to steal butter, but a few Gopis caught her wrist and threatened to report her to Yashoda. Even after repeatedly claiming that she was Raadha, the Gopis merely laughed at her, "Kanha, a very nice way to fool us. We know you're none other than our Krishna."  

"As for Raadha is with her Sakhis, so therefore-you're coming with us to Yashoda Maiyya."

She went back towards Kanha, miffed after whatever happened and her lover had a lovely time pacifying her with fragrant flowers. And unknown to her, he had silently slipped one of her bangles with him. 

For he knew he had to part ways, someday. She too knew they had too. 

And one day, nothing but only fond memories would be alive with each other. Smile and wet their lashes with memories they etched for some years, cherished each other to the fullest. 

Krishna knew that bangle would no longer fit her wrist, for she must have be thrice as she was then he had left her. He vividly recalled, she was the only one, the only one Brijwasi who hadn't shed a single tear, only had a soft smile plastered on her face as she kept gazing at the chariot which took him away; away from Vrindaavan. 

Forever.

They had spent the entire night before in silence, gazing at each other as much as they could, before Kanha pinched her soft cheeks with both his small fingers, causing giggles to escape their lips for one last time, together.  

Her fingers meddled with his broken flute, her mystical eyes endeavoring the best not, not to let a single tear slip down her cheek, he shouldn't see her doing that. She wanted him to depart with the memory of her smiling lips, not the weeping ones. For they know that their love was beyond anything, and no force in that entire Universe could separate them ever.

Their love was; endless like time. 

★★★★★★★

A/N

They both are the most cutest in the world! 😍😍😍😍💘💘💘💘💘💘

Prem se bolo Raadhe Raadhe! 😍🌺

Signing off for today!

Kiritija Nushkie