When Meera met Radha… – DiaryOfAnInsaneWriter
She sang his bhajans and swirled swiftly lots of periods. Following a although, she fell prostrate just before His idol and put her head at his lotus feet.
Hot tear drops identified their way down her really facial area as she gently tugged at her Ektara and crooned, प्रभु जी तुम दर्शन बिन मोय घड़ी चैन नहीं आवड़े …
She opened her eyes and appeared up at HIS idol… her Krishna… her Ram… her everything… she wiped his toes with her pallu even as the tears saved slipping.
Her heart was beating loudly, threatening to burst with her really like for her Krishna.
“Meera, Meera… eat a thing, Meera” her loved ones associates and people of Mewar begged.
She did not answer, her tears kept falling on His feet and she saved wiping them when singing softly, अन्न नहीं भावे नींद न आवे विरह सतावे मोय। घायल ज्यूं घूमूं खड़ी रे म्हारो दर्द न जाने कोय।
Suddenly, the melodious sound of a payal (anklet) crammed the air anyone was jogging to Meera.
The area guiding Shri Krishna’s idol commenced glowing with divine light. Loud cries of a younger lady ended up listened to.
“Shyam…Shyam…where are you? Where by are you, my Kanhaiya?” Radha was contacting out to Krishna.
Meera stood up and peeped guiding the idol as Radha emerged from the divine light-weight. There was worry writ all more than her experience.
She spotted Meera and desperately questioned, “Have you noticed my Shyam? He is extremely natkhat he was just right here with me a while back, and now, I just are not able to uncover him….have you viewed him?”
The lovely, youthful Radha, with a molten complexion, carrying garlands of gems and flowers, stood helplessly right before Meera.
Dressed in an ordinary white cotton sari, her body devoid of any components, Meera’s plain appears to be belied the divine glow on her sweet confront.
She was curious. Several questions were bothering her.
“Just who was this banvari? Who is she trying to get? Is she also searching for my Mohan?” Meera puzzled.
“I do not know about your Shyam, behen, but my Giridhar Gopal is listed here with me. Appear!” replied Meera as she pointed to the idol of Lord Krishna.
Radha stepped forward and protested, “No! How can it be? He was with me a few minutes ago in Vrindavan. I closed my eyes in pleasure and in a flash, he was gone! This idol is not my Kanha. My Kanha is alive! He speaks with me. We battle, make up and dance with each other for hrs.”
“Yes, that’s what I am telling you! Your Mohan is not in this article.” Meera reiterated.
“The melody of his flute keeps my breath flowing, his love retains my lifestyle glowing….have you viewed him wherever?” Radha asked desperately.
She started calling out, “Kanhaiya… the place are you?”
Just then, flowers began falling from the temple ceiling and glowing clouds started off circling earlier mentioned Meera and Radha. They looked up and watched in awe and marvel as a chariot descended from earlier mentioned.
Rukmini stepped down from the chariot as Radha and Meera gaped at her. They experienced never ever observed a elegance like her in advance of.
She looked like an Empress. Her complexion was golden-yellow and her wonderful encounter resembled the moon. She was stunningly lovely, her eyes glowed with royal satisfaction. Her hair was swept up in braided tresses that tied into a knot adorned with flowers. She was keeping a lotus in 1 hand and her total system was adorned with wealthy clothing and several ornaments.
She smiled and spoke, “He you are seeking for isn’t in this article, but he is just about everywhere. He belongs to everybody, nonetheless he belongs to no a single. He is listed here, in Mewar and in Vrindavan and in Dwarka too.”
As the melodious sound of the flute lower by means of the pressure in the air, Meera and Radha felt their hearts overflowing with peace and immense appreciate.
They folded their fingers and shut their eyes.
Their souls merged into Rukmini, and alongside one another, all a few of them ascended into heaven.
Onlookers were awestruck and joined their arms in silent praise as Meera’s sweet voice rang as a result of the air, पायो जी मैंने राम रतन धन पायो, वस्तु अमोलिक दी मेरे सतगुरु, कृपा कर अपनायो, पायो जी मैंने कृपा कर अपनायो, पायो जी मैंने राम रतन धन पायो….
Penned by:
Mayura Amarkant
Disclaimer: This is a fictional piece. There is no factual foundation for the previously mentioned story. It is a circumstance that has played in my thoughts many periods. Radha, Meera, Rukmini, and Shri Krishna are my favourite and I believed of dedicating a distinct viewpoint.
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