"Whoever takes Your name Radha, with love, I'm instantly drawn to the service of such a devotee. Such a devotee is very dear to Me, who believes in the magic of Your name and worships You before Me."
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"Yashoda! Your Son is so delightful! How I wish I had a son like Him! Look how blissfully He plays the Flute, although He was never trained professionally. He is so natural with His tunes."
Yashoda Maiya giggled and was so proud of Her little baby, who was growing up so fast that She feared losing track of time. She wanted to emboss each and everything forever in Her memory and spend as much time with Him as possible.
"Oh Kamala! Don't You talk much about Him. It will get to His head and He will annoy Me with His playtime. I don't like to scold Him much You know. I feel like showering Him with all the love I have."
She was very protective of Her precious Son. Although She didn't like people meeting Him, She couldn't stop people who came from far just to catch a glimpse of Her miraculous baby who left everyone enchanted.
Villagers would come with worries and stress, but they would leave it all behind here and return with the smile that Krishna gave them. He healed them with His mere presence and magnetic aura. Everyone wanted to be close to Him and keep looking at Him all day long. People adored Him and showered Him with gifts and affection.
She would adorn Him with the most precious jewels and robes, and apply kohl in His beautiful large eyes. She drew Patravali dots around His eyebrows with sandalwood. She placed a peacock feather on His small tiara. Then She would apply a small black dot to prevent the evil eye.
He was given the Flute at His birth anniversary as a gift. It was a symbol of luck and prosperity, but Krishna also turned it into an instrument of love and hope.
"Yashoda, Your Son is so mischievous. He broke into our house through the small window. He sneaked in and ate all the butter and buttermilk we had freshly churned. When I returned, I saw that all the pots were broken. And when I caught hold of Him, He cast His cute magic spell on me and ran away, leaving me mesmerised."
When Yashoda Maiya looked at Her Krishna, He gently shook His head in innocence. He was too small to speak out words but He could mimic actions. "Kanha, what am I hearing about You? Neelmani You've become so mischievous and are totally spoiled by affection."
But He just widened His eyes and looked at Her with so deep affection that Her anger completely melted. And like every time, He left everyone enchanted and all the milk maidens forgot about their complaints.
He pouted His plump rosy lips. Yashoda knew He was hungry and it was time to feed Him. She took Him inside the chambers to feed. And motherly love overflowed and She couldn't stop Herself from tearing up with adoration.
The more He drank Her milk, the more She felt His love. She only felt sweetness and was joyous, in a blissful and private moment with Her son. She may not have given birth to Him, but She loved Him more than all the love one could contain in a single life.
When He was done, He chuckled and She wiped His mouth. "Oh Krishna, how can anyone be angry at You? You suck away all our pain and sorrows and only give us love and hope in return. Gokul has never been this lovely and joyous before. It is all possible because of Your birth. Thank You for choosing Us."
He started smiling and hung closer to Her.
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