*Anshika, the alternate name for Madhavi.*
Anshika: sigh It's so boring studying alone at home in this winter weather. I wish I had someone to talk to.
Unknown Caller: incoming call
Anshika: "Unknown?" This is strange. Hello?
Unknown Caller: "Hello! It's me, Krishna."
Anshika: "Krishna? I don't know any Krishna. Who are you, and how did you get my number?"
Unknown Caller: "Come on, Sakhi, it's me, Krishna!"
Anshika: "But I don't know any Krishna. Who are you really?"
Unknown Caller: "Don't you recognize me? You write letters and poems for me all the time."
Anshika: skeptical "Wait, how do you know that? Who is this?"
Unknown Caller: "Why do you write to me if you don't know me?"
Anshika: *intrigued but unsure* "I write for my Kanha who lives in Vrindavan, not for someone named Krishna. This is getting weird."
Unknown Caller: "You write for your Kanha, and I am that Krishna you seek."
Anshika: *in disbelief* "How can I believe this? Why would lord of universe will call me?"
Unknown Caller: "Sakhi, when you type 'Krishna,' in your phone, should I not respond through technology? Is it not the same?"
Anshika: *conflicted* "I don't know what to believe. Who are you really?"
Unknown Caller: "Close your eyes, place your hand on your heart, and call me from within. Call your Kanha."
Anshika: *thoughts racing* Is this real? Can it be true?
Unknown Caller: "When will you return to meet your Krishna?"
Anshika: *overwhelmed* "I don't know. How can I be sure this is real?"
Unknown Caller: "The truth is waiting for you. When will we meet again?"
Anshika: *silently contemplating*
Unknown Caller: "Think about it, Sakhi. When will you come back to your Krishna?"
Anshika: *tearfully* "I don't know. Will I ever recognize you?"
Unknown Caller: *smiling* "The day will come. I'll be waiting."
Anshika: *speechless*
Unknown Caller: "Close your eyes and seek into your heart. You will find me there, Sakhi."
Anshika: *lost in thought*
She felt like she was stepping into a whole new world! Slowly, everything faded away until there was nothing, and then, with the sweet melody of a flute, she gradually opened her eyes. And there, on the banks of the Yamuna River, sat the beautiful Krishna.
Anshika: *overwhelmed by emotions* "Krishna, I... I didn't know it was you. I've been searching for you everywhere, but I didn't expect you to come to me like this."
Krishna: *radiating warmth* "My dear Sakhi, I am always with you, whether you realize it or not. Your devotion has called me here today."
Anshika: *tears of joy glistening in her eyes* "I feel so blessed to have this moment with you, Krishna. It's beyond anything I could have imagined."
Krishna: *embracing her gently* "Your love and devotion fill my heart, Sakhi. Remember, I am never far away. You need only look within."
Anshika: *feeling a sense of peace wash over her* "Thank you, Krishna. I will always seek you in my heart."
Krishna: *smiling warmly* "And I will always be there, waiting for you."
As the gentle breeze rustled the leaves and the Yamuna softly murmured its song, Anshika felt a deep sense of connection and love enveloping her soul. In that serene moment, she knew that her journey with Krishna was just beginning, an eternal dance of devotion and divine love.
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Whispers to Krishna: Stories of Devotion
SpiritualIn these lines, Madhavi-unpenned alias of 19-year-old Krishnanshika-weaves the tapestry of faith. It is whispered not to the world but directly in the ears of Krishna himself. Here you find the sharp vulnerability of a young devotee dealing with all...