Behind the clouds

30 6 9
                                    

I like going to the terrace when it's cloudy. I like to stare at the clouds up there. They ask me why do I like terrace. Little do they know what I see in those clouds. Little do they know that I love when you peep through the nature, like through the Meghshyama clouds. I bet you were trying to find a matki of butter up there, when the clouds touched you or maybe you're just behind the clouds, hiding from all of us, looking at us and smiling at our actions. Maybe that's why the clouds have become Meghshyama- the colour of YOU. I like to look at the clouds and imagine your calm face with a soft, sweet smile on it. WHAT IS THE REASON BEHIND THIS SMILE? I like to imagine it's Radhe. You met her at Kusum Sarovar today. She donned a blue coloured dress, you know it was for you. She wasn't just looking beautiful but as if beauty has emerged from her, which infact is true. And then she looked at you. Smiled. She was picking flowers. She came to you with one and decked it above your left ear and giggled in her sweet voice. You both blush a little and maybe that's why the clouds starts to look sindoori sometimes. And, oh, that yellow in the clouds? Radhe! She touched your face with her bright yellow soft hands, while you blush a little more. I like to think that the sky is just painting the scenes of your sweet pastimes. I like to just look at the clouds and imagine you being the happiest.
Little do they know I feel closer to you when I see the clouds.

Cause I SEE YOU IN EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING IN YOU [My Diary to Krishna]Where stories live. Discover now