"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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Yashomati Maiya called Him, in an attempt to prevent His mischief. He was hanging by the tails of the calves as They ran around in the mud, to free Themselves from His grip.
But the one whom Krishna chooses, can never be freed from His hold, for He is very dear to Him. You can go bereft from Kanha, but He never leaves you alone.
On Gokulashtami, Nanda Maharaj had given the responsibility of caring for the cows to the young cowherd boys of the village, including Krishna.
Krishna was Gopala, the caretaker of the cows. As Govinda, He was the one who gave joy to the cows through His presence. His flute had even enchanted Them and They never left His side.
The grass of Vrindavan tasted sweeter and the cows produced a generous quantity of milk. So much so, that even after paying Their taxes, The natives had more than enough for Themselves.
Vrindavan was the place of utmost joy and eternal bliss. Krishna never left Vrindavan. Even the leaves of the trees spoke of His divine plays and transcendental pastimes.
"Maiya! Don't scold Me, see Hansi and Tara are enjoying Our play." Krishna giggled and continued to tease the cows, who were actually happy and not upset with His mischief.
"Enough Krishna, now give Them some rest. From tomorrow, You all shall go around the Govardhan Hill to rear the cows. These small calves are not very difficult to manage and You shall learn to be more responsible as well." Nanda Maharaj beckoned Him to leave the cows.
Krishna left the cows in Their shed. It was already twilight. And They needed rest before another beautiful and eventful day tomorrow.
And twilight only meant one thing. It was time for Raas.
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"You're always so lost Radha!"
Her Mother was concerned about Her, who was growing more absent minded day by day. She sent Her to the market to fetch flowers, and She returned empty handed, with Her basket.
"No Maa, see I have got some flowers for You." She showed Her the basket.
Kirtidha was starting to get a bit annoyed now. "Where are the flowers, show Me." She took the basket from Her hands, even as She continued to daydream.
She dreamt that She was in a land of waterfalls and rivers. She stood at the edge of a waterfall. It was so steep that if She took one step further She would surely fall down.
"Oh Krishna, if You don't come to meet Me, I shall end this life of Mine here. Because I have fallen in love with You. As deep as this waterfall, as infinite as these water drops. And this waterfall shall mark My death fall."
She took a step and jumped in without any second thoughts. She closed Her eyes and hid Her face. But when She opened Her eyes, She was not in the water.
She was in the arms of Krishna, who held Her tightly, as They both were falling down against the height of the waterfall. He flew Them to a nearby safe place.
"Radhe, what are You doing? You don't even think about risking Your life for Me!"
Radha looked at Him with love in Her eyes. Her eyes sparkled, like the drops of water. The drops of water in Krishna's love of an infinite ocean.
"Oh Krishna, I knew You would come to save Me. Your devotees never perish. I have surrendered My life to You. Each breath of Mine holds Your name."
Krishna held Her in a tight embrace. He felt the strength of Her love. Tears flowed down His cheeks, thinking about all the pain and sufferings She had endured only for Him.
"Radha, Radha ?!!? Where are You?" Kirtidha's voice made Her snap out of Her dream.
She flinched and realised that Her dream seemed more like real. As if it was a remeniscent past memory.
"I must say that these flowers are really beautiful. I'll use them in My worship tomorrow." Kirtidha happily praised Her and went inside, hanging the basket on the platform.
Suddenly, Radha remembered that She had gone to fetch flowers from the market. "But I don't remember buying any flowers. In fact, I forgot to bring them. Then how did they appear?"
She peeped inside the basket. To Her amazement, it was filled with fresh, vibrant, blooming, blue lotuses. They were the exact shade of Krishna's complexion, Radha's favourite colour. They smelled so divine, unlike normal lotuses. Their fragrance reminded Her of sandalwood. And Their shape was like Radha's eyes, blue hued and streamlined like lotus petals.
"Oh Krishna, thank You for saving Me again." She smiled and thanked Him for this miracle.
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