Moon slowly flowed and hid behind the clouds hesitating to witness that painful departure. Krishna looked at Radha. Radha didn’t raise her head. Her eyes fixed on the reflection in the silent stream under the anxious sky.
Interrupting the aeons of silence, Krishna exhaled deeply and slowly stood up. A few steps, that’s all he took to overcome that delusion of separation. Afterall, Radha was the most beautiful dream Krishna has ever seen which shook his sleep forever. Krishna often gazed at his dream which he found in his reflection in a stream, in his love for a calf, in his joy while dancing in rain. Krishna embraced and lived his most beautiful dream, Radha, through his words and deeds.
Radha was the music that gave life to his flute when Krishna touched it with his lips. Radha was the rhythm of the dance he enjoyed with his friends. Radha was the fragrance of Vrindavan where Krishna lived. Radha was the heart-melting smile on Krishna’s face. Radha was the laughter that followed every prank Krishna did. Radha was the breath that lighted up Krishna’s body. Radha was the love which lived within Krishna. Radha is the miracle Krishna left for the world. Radha is the love that leads us. 
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