The Diary Of a Gopika

Alluring Dream

'In the early hours of a winter morning, I stepped out of the house to reach that part of the garden, filled with parijat trees. While I was busy collecting those little delicate flowers with snow-white petals cautiously, a divinely enchanting figure was approaching from a distance, increasing my heartbeat by innumerable times as it walked closer to me.

The vision was blurry due to the morning fog but my heart eyes could clearly see you. I know it's you, for the colors of your peacock feather are so bright that they're visible even through the thick fog that has covered your moon like face. The mild fragrance from the fusion of variety of flowers from your garland is making me go weak. Everything about your presence, like always, is so captivating that I can hardly gather myself back to senses.

And when you finally stood opposite to me, the fresh parijat flowers in my basket flew all the way to your feet effortlessly, like they always belonged there, and I couldn't help but stare at your hazy yet beautiful face with my eyes welled up. As I bowed down to touch your beautiful dark feet . . . '

It's just then I was aroused from deep sleep and realised that I saw the same alluring dream again for the n'th time now. I looked around and cursed those noises that disturbed my sleep just at the right moment. Felt like I was dragged out of theatre just when the movie has reached its climax.

Nevertheless, I somehow love how all these sounds that always end up disturbing my dreams – still remind me only of you.

The tickling sound from the bangles of gopis while churning the milk to make fresh butter out of it that you'll anyways end up stealing, the chirping of the birds calling out your name to bless them with the divine melodies of your flute, the sounds from the bells tied around the necks of the calves while they run to their mother cows to get their share of milk and their masters running behind to get them back wondering who unroped them (so stupid of them to not realise it's YOU, coz who else can sense the hunger of every single creature in this universe?).

And all I could do was smile and get myself up to finish the morning chores, offer prayers to Narayana, and leave to the ghats of yamuna, lifting those multi-colored mud pots on my head, with a hope to get a glimpse of you somewhere in this journey of mine.

Radhey radhey <3