Krishnatmika Rukmini

Chapter 9 - Letter of love

Note: I have copy pasted the translation of letter from Quora (it's so beautifully written I am crying...(╥﹏╥) ). Therefore it's credit goes to the respective owner.

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It nearly felt like the whole world is spinning around her. She felt herself being so vulnerable both mentally and physically that her only desire now is to fade away into the nothingness surrounding her.

A gazillion questions invaded her already perplexed mind. Why is her brother doing this? Did he not love her even an ounce? Wasn't her choice and decisions important for him? How could he see her just as an object used to gain something? Don't her life have any value? Don't she deserved to be happy too? And how did her father, who knew every little feelings of her, approve of this commercial marriage? And the series continued.

She was completely overtaken by anger mixed with sadness. She took herself up and decided to protest against this injustice being done to her.

"And pitashree, Rukmini will certainly try to avoid this marriage under any circumstances. We don't need to consider that. It's normal for girls to have weird fantasies."

Rukmini stopped in her track, as tears which she tried to keep in, spilled out of her vishalaksha. She realised that her voice here would not have any power. Her protest would just go into thin air.

With trembling feet and a storm in her mind, she dragged herself to her room leaving behind the thought to voice out her opinion.

Bhishmaka, who from the side of his eye witnessed the shadow of Rukmini, felt a pang of guilt arising in him. He turned away from Rukmi and advanced towards the balcony which gave him a clear view of his kingdom. A single tear flowed down his aged cheeks.

"May the Lord guide my daughter" his soul prayed unknown to himself.

Meanwhile in Rukmini's chamber, she with shivering hands closed the door preventing entry to anyone. Rushing towards the small idol of the goddess adorned with pretty small flowers, she knelt down, with hand joined and tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Mataaa, what have I done wrong that I am being punished in such a way that I don't have any route out. Have I not been sincere enough in what I feel? Have I done any adharma that I am being pushed to what I don't want? Mataa.. I have always confided my feelings in you and like I said, I can't accept anybody but Shyam as my husband. I won't accept this unwanted marriage of mine, ever. Please, I beg you, show me a way out..." She said and rested her head on the feet of Goddess silently weeping.

A gentle breeze that came through the opened window, caressed the strands of hair covering Rukmini's face and gently went on to the red curtains settled on the wall. The curtains in turn pushed the unused scroll away creating sound in the eerily quite room.

A flower from the garland of the Goddess fell down on Rukmini's hair startling her. She sat up and looked at the flower and thought how did it came separated from the garland so perfectly.

Her focus changed to the scroll which was rolling on the table with considerable noise due to the strong wind circulating the room.

She again looked at the flower and the Goddess. The ink kept on a side grabbed her attention. She felt an unknown energy residing there.

She stood up clutching the smooth clothes of her dress and started walking towards the scroll. Gently, without squeezing it even a bit, she picked it up and looked at it intently as if trying to decipher the situation. She, still holding the scroll in her hand walked towards the ink bottle.

Her heart palpitated due to the uncertainty. A gust of air surrounded her fragile form as if to assure her that everything would be okay.

With a new tint of hope in her mind, she along with the scroll, took the ink bottle and the peacock feather that was kept adjacent to it and advanced towards the huge bed in her room.

She settled herself on the floor, tears flowing from her beautiful Lotus shaped eyes, hands trembling, desperate to word her thoughts. she kept the straightened scroll on the queen sized bed. She took the peacock feather and gently dipped it in the ink and slowly raised it with the ink dripping from the end and started writing...

"Krishna, you are the most attractive person in the whole universe, and having listened to your glories which enter one's thought through the ears and destroys all woes of the body and mind, and Oh Achyutha, my shameless mind dwells upon you incapable of being wrenched away from your beautiful form which is the ultimate thing for anyone to set his eyes upon and that form bestows on all eternal fortune.

Oh Mukunda, which girl , who has some strength of mind, who is born of high family , and in at least some way comparable to you in upbringing, character beauty, education ,age, wealth and status would not simply woo you by mind, you who looks like a lion in human form (you were once Narasimha) and who is simply enchanting to the minds of all the living beings in this world.

Therefore, you please accept me who has by my own will accepted you as my husband in mind and has simply placed my body and soul at your lotus feet, as you are the granter of all boons. Now I belong to you. Don't permit the king of Chedhi the Sisupala to take possession of me. It will be like a wily jackal stealing away the royal food earmarked for the consumption of the Lion.

If it a fact that you, the Lord of the Universe, have been worshiped by me with full devotion through good deeds like digging of ponds and lakes, offering to fire, through gifts to deserving people, through pilgrimages, through offerings to Brahmins on auspicious occasions, through worship of Brahmins, gods and preceptors, then you must immediately reach here and take possession of me through accepting my hands. My hands should not be dirtied by an evil fellow like sisupala.

You Krishna the unconquerable, you please come over to Vidharbha tomorrow itself without being noticed by anyone.

You must annihilate or defeat the Sisupala and his retinue with your own valour and marry me through the rakshasa method as a prize for your valour.

If you are wondering how you can enter the palace at Vidarbha and accept me without causing damage to the lives of my relatives, I shall inform you the right way. On the eve of the marriage day there is a big procession to the Durga temple .

Accompanying that procession, me the bride, will be going to the Parvati temple for worship.

My Krishna, gods like the husband of Uma are eagerly awaiting to bathe themselves in the dust of your feet so that their own weaknesses will be removed. If it is my fate that I am not fortunate to get the protection from such great Krishna, I will kill myself through severe austerities in this life and will be born in hundreds of future lives till I attain your company."

She kept the peacock feather on the side and after waiting for the ink to dry, rolled the scroll again. She looked around searching for a thread to tie it, to assure it's secure. But since, she was already worn out and didn't had the power to look for one, she tore a bit long piece from her red clothe and tied it around the scroll. It contained what she wanted to say all along, all her feelings, all her thoughts. She poured down her admiration to Krishna into such beautiful words that these seven shlokas became the first love letter.

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Glossary

•Vishalaksha - wide/big eyes (since Rukmini is called Vishalakshi too)
•Mukunda - Another name of Krishna
•Achyuta - Another name of Krishna
•Shloka - A sanskrit verse

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