"Only Shree Hari, My beloved Girdhar Gopala is Mine, no one else do I have to call as My own."
Shree Meerabai Devi and Her poems still echo in the hearts of every Haribhakt. She considered the Lord as Her Lover, so much so that She called Him Her Hu...
A huge procession had entered the palace premises.
Many saints and hermits had accompanied them. They were playing instruments and singing devotional songs.
Jashoda heard their songs and at once rushed to meet them. She was praying in the temple of the palace like She would do everyday.
She bowed and touched their feet to seek their blessings.
"May You live a long and prosperous life!"
Jashoda shook Her head. "Oh what will I do with a long life if I cannot meet My Girdhar. Please bless Me so that I can unite with My Lord."
Her mother nudged Her and signalled Her to keep quiet. "Oh Jashoda, do You have to speak everywhere?" She whispered, glaring at Her with angry eyes.
She looked at their guests and escorted them towards the guest quarters. "Please make yourselves comfortable and give us a chance to serve you all. You may stay here as long as you all please." She bowed her head and folded her hands.
Jashoda ran back to the temple, and began conversing with Her Lord once again.
"Oh Lord, I know You're My Swami. But this idol is not My Girdhar Nagar. When shall I meet My Girdhar? I've waited long enough and I'm pining since forever."
She bowed at the Lotus Feet of the Lord and started sobbing.
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Jashoda served the preparations in the bowls and gently closed the lids.
She carried the huge plate filled with dishes towards the main dining hall, where all the hermits and sages sat.
She placed the plates infront of them and served them. Everyday She would dutifully serve them and look after their needs. This continued for a month and today was the final day before their departure towards a new land.
"Your daughter is so intelligent and responsible, even at such a young age. As a mark of gratitude, I've got a gift for Her. I would like to show Her my most precious idol which I carry with me everywhere. But I keep the idol covered with a veil since it's a rare idol I had found in a distant kingdom. It was discovered from the ground, maybe it's centuries old."
Jashoda became excited at the prospect and got up at once from Her seat. She followed the saint towards his chambers.
The saint picked up an idol which was placed on the table and brought it closer to Her. It was covered by a red cloth.
He gently lifted up the veil. Jashoda's heartbeat grew faster in anticipation.
The moment Her eyes met the eyes of the idol, She knew it at once.
It was Him.
It was Her Girdhar Nagar.
"He's My Girdhar!" He's My Girdhar!" She started crying and shouting in excitement and ran around the palace.
