In my Heart 💙

Storm

“I am not crying brother.” His voice was hoarse.

Another thunder literally shook the ground under their feet. Ram had to hold on to the corner of the bed to prevent himself from falling.

“Please stop this Brother. Your anger can destroy everything.” He shouted through the rumble.

“It is not me. It is her.” He gently whispered.

“What? Who? If you are not doing this? Then who else can have so much potential in them?”

“My love. Radha.” Krishna laid down on his back, his arms thrown over his head. Another rumble shook them.

“Please make this stop. For the sake of so many lives.” Ram instructed.

Krishna swiftly hurried out of the house.

“At least take the umbrella with you.” He heard his mother shout from behind him.

But he was already drenching wet by then, heading towards Radha’s home. He banged on their door and a tear stained face opened it.

“Who is that Radha?” He heard the voice of Vrishabhanu ji from behind her. Radha looked like she had suddenly lost her voice. The sight of the drenched Krishna twisted her soul and drained away life from her.

“Stop all this right now, Radha!” He commanded.

“Krishna! Is that you? What are you doing out there in the storm? Come inside. You will get sick.” Radha’s mother appeared behind her.

Krishna entered the house, wiping his wet hair with the towel handed to him by Radha. She quickly tried to avert her gaze from him, but her restless eyes betrayed her, noticing the trail of each drop of water passing down from his ever perfect chiselled body.

“I have never seen such a severe storm before. Nor have I heard of it. But what made you risk your life and get out of your house in this raging weather?” Virshabhanu ji asked with concern.

“Umm … I …” Suddenly the lights went off.

There was absolute silence for few moments and then the sound of anklets. Krishna enjoyed the sound of those beautiful ornaments which clung to his beloved Radha’s feet. Or maybe he even developed a tinge of jealousy towards them. {How come they get the chance to hug her lotus like feet always, while I am not even allowed to touch them?} Meanwhile a divine angel appeared before him with an oil lamp in her hands.

Radha placed the lamp in front of him and sat opposite him, staring at the dancing lone flame.

It appeared to him like the world consisted only of the two of them. Everything else around was dark.

He stared into her eyes which held oceans of tears. 

“Please Radha! Stop the storm.” He whispered.