Time, something exempt from the shackles of nature, it is independent, curious and ever-changing. It almost never bowed to anyone. So when time decided to play a little, chaos was right behind her, striding confidently as if he knew it was his time...
Staying outside of huge castles and royal life wasn't really hard for Prakriti. She smiled, watching the birds fly through the sky as she laid on the grass covered ground, collected berries and fruits laying beside her as she decided to take some rest. She could hear the Pandavas bickering about something. She could hear the swishing sound of the currents of the river nearby. She closed her eyes slightly, a soft smile playing on her face. She suddenly remembered her time in Vrindavan.
She was left under the care of Rohini that morning. Toddling out of the house she found a crowd standing infront of her Maiya who seemed extremely troubled and pained. Prakriti walked towards her Bhrata Krishna who looked equally troubled.
"What wrong?" The toddler who was very surprisingly smart for her age, struggled to word.
"A lot. You go hide before they blame you too." He smiled, picking up his sister and hiding her behind the door.
It seemed that their joint adventures have backfired as people complained about the stolen butter her and her brothers would relish. Prakriti's eyes widened as her Yashoda maiya tied her brother to the butter-churner with a thick rope.
Hours have passed. The same crowd that previously complained about her brother now gave him pitiful glances.
"Maiya." She called out to her mother.
"You don't even try to save you brother from this." Yashoda narrowed her eyes at her before walking away.
Young Prakriti peeked from behind the door before tip toeing towards Kanha.
"Bhrata." She wiped away the sweat that trickled down his face with much struggle due to her very small hands. Krishna smiled sweetly, leaning into her touch.
"Are you worried about me, Choti?" He giggled.
"Is it paini?" She tried asking about her brothers pain with her limited vocabulary before fanning her brother with her dupatta.
After prahars of convincing from the towns people and other leelas of her brother, a sudden loud noise caused everyone to run out in alarm.
And there stood Krishna, still tied to the churner while two large trees now laid fallen at his feet.
Prakriti ran towards her brother and hugged him tightly.
"Bhrata free."
All of them laughed at that. After Yashoda completed talking to Kanha, they headed back to their house.
That whole day Prakriti stayed with her brother, not leaving him alone once. As she laid beside him at night she turned to him and asked, "Why you do .... t-trouble?" She struggled wording the sentence.
"You can only trouble the people you love, Choti. If you're not comfortable enough to trouble or annoy them with little fear, you know they are like family. Everyone in Vrindavan is my family, and whom will I annoy and trouble if not my family?" He explained, suddenly sounding more matured than his age.
"Now, if they didn't consider me family, will they feel pain after seeing me getting punished? That is love. Someone who loves you will scold you and love you equally." He smiled.
"Like you do to me?" She asked, looking at him with big lotus like eyes and a big smile.
"Like I do to you." He smiled back before hugging her tightly.
"I will annoy you more." She concluded.
"That is not—"
Prakriti giggled, thinking of how much she troubled him that whole month. How everyone enjoyed somebody finally troubling the trouble maker of the village. Even Yashoda and Nand ignored his complaints, only condemning her ever so slightly. The ones who enjoyed it the most were Balram and Radha.
Oh, Radha...
Prakriti frowned, remembering the woman she hasn't seen in years. An incomplete promise she made to her years ago, to frequently see her. She knew her brothers couldn't but she could. The last time she saw her was when she was fifteen, almost six years now. She knew that now she was now married to Ayan but she had seen the incomparable pure love of radhakrishna, it was devotion, it was bhakti rather than love.
She knew her brother will marry her part incarnations, or other laxmi incarnations but yet it still made her sad.
She missed Dau dearly, the protection of his presence, although somewhat fulfilled by Bheem now, always made her feel free.
She wondered if they knew she was alive. But Krishna always knows, doesn't he?
"Sometimes." A voice spoke. She knew the familiar voice. She sat up, looking around.
"You two are a tad bit unpredictable as you're out of time, your actions are mostly unclear to me but I can access your thoughts, hence I knew that you didn't die." The voice said in amusement.
"Kanha." She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Choti?" He replied.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"Everywhere." He said dramatically, "par filhal tumhare samne rakha hua mayur pankh me" (but at the moment, in the peacock feather infront of you.
"Don't miss me too much. I'll see you soon. You have a big test you'll have to prove yourself in. Make good choices, Madhu. I love you." He said.
"What-....I love you too." She said, and she felt his presence disappear.
"Wow, Dwapar era's first telephone." She scoffed with a smile.
"Prakriti! Are you done collecting the fruits?" She heard Bheem call out.
"Yes!" She replied, running towards him with her leaf full of fruits, rejoining the group, the peacock feather tugged into her cloth.
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A/n A short and sweet update post janmashtami. :))
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