Beloved of Gopikas

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On that bewitching night, as I gazed at the starlit sky, a symphony of the most melodious flute notes reached my ears, instantly capturing my heart. Without a doubt, I knew exactly who the master behind this enchanting melody was.

Leaving the comfort of my cottage, I ventured out into the night, only to find all the cows in sweet slumber, undisturbed by the captivating tunes that would lull them until morning. With each note that resonated through the air, I found myself inexplicably drawn towards the depths of the forest, my steps guided by a force beyond my control.

As my eyes remained closed, surrendering to the intoxicating sounds, I became aware of delicate anklets tinkling in the distance.

It was the other cowherd girls, drawn to the same ethereal harmony. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of a dream, and there before me stood a vision of beauty.

His eyes, like lotus blossoms in the darkness, his skin radiant like the night itself, and his curly hair, adorned with a swaying peacock feather, danced with the breeze. In his hands, he held the flute, coaxing from it the most heart-stirring melodies I had ever heard.

I couldn't help but murmur to myself, "It is Shyam," as I gazed into his mesmerizing eyes, wholly and irrevocably lost. In his presence, I felt as though I had stumbled upon the gateway to another realm, I cannot find my way back.But in truth, who would desire such a return?

As if attuned to my thoughts, he smiled, his eyes twinkling with an understanding that surpassed mere mortal comprehension.

The adorableness of that smile was beyond compare; it was as if he had distilled the very essence of beauty itself. He possessed a gift for leaving an indelible mark upon my heart, be it through his flute, his triumph over the venomous Kaliya serpent, or his mischievous escapades involving stolen butter.

What can I say? How can I possibly voice any complaint?

Turning my gaze, I saw Radha standing nearby, her fair complexion glowing, her lotus-blue eyes filled with innocence, and her smile radiating pure splendor. If Krishna is beautiful, then Radha is a hundredfold more so.

Even Kanha, our beloved, is entranced by her presence. Smiling at the sight of the two together, I couldn't help but revel in the joy that their union brought.

And so, Krishna resumed his flute-playing, its ethereal melodies weaving a spell that wrapped around us, compelling me to dance. In that moment, I became immersed in his love, in the enchanting music that flowed from his fingertips, and in the mischief that warmed his heart.

He was everything to me, every step I took, every glance I cast, he was there, encompassing my being.

Bound by his love, each step I took was accompanied by the tinkle of cowbells, a constant reminder of his melodious flute.

Each glance at a verdant plant brought forth the image of his adorned peacock feather, while the sight of a lotus in a tranquil pond reminded the blush-inducing memory of his entrancing eyes.

Joyful gazes held a reflection of his smile, carefree children reminded me of his mischievous, and the dark blue night sky called to mind his captivating complexion.

Truly, he was everywhere, intertwined with nature, nestled within the hearts of all. After all, he was Kanha.

Mischievous yet innocent, he embodied every heartfelt sentiment. And then, a divine presence made itself known.

Gently, I opened my eyes to meet his gaze, his lotus eyes locking with my own. My cheeks flushed crimson, my eyes drowning in the sea of his gaze.

He danced with me, and yet, who then played the flute?

Glancing towards the source of the music, my eyes landed upon him, standing beneath a tree, his gaze fixed upon me.

I turned my head forward to witness his smile, and then glanced beside me, finding him twirling and dancing with the other cowherd girls. Our eyes met once again, and in that moment, there was no need for words. I simply marveled at his smile, losing myself in his eyes, his music, his very essence.

He bestowed upon me a smile, quickening the rhythm of my heart. All I desired was him, to serve him for eternity.

As he looked upon me, I drank in every facet of his perfect form, incapable of withholding my admiration.

How did he enchant me so? I pondered, for I was but a simple girl. At the tender age of four, I witnessed his valor as he vanquished asuras. My grandmother had whispered to me of his uniqueness, and indeed, she spoke the truth.

At the age of seven, he absconded with the clothes of the gopis, a true mischief-maker. He pilfered butter, milk, curd, and the clothes of the gopis, but most importantly, he stole my heart. "Such a thief," I remarked, to which he chuckled, gracefully swaying with me.

I lost track of time, for whenever I found myself in his presence, the world around me ceased to exist. I glanced at the moon, which remained fixed in its celestial seat, and then looked back at him, smiling. It was his divine illusion, his maya.

I giggled, reveling in the privlege of witnessing his divine antics, grateful for his recognition of my worth, allowing me to behold his beauty, his playfulness, his mischievous pranks.

With a contented heart, I continued to smile at him. I yearned to express my gratitude, but words failed me. Instead, I surrendered myself to him, to serve him wholeheartedly, without expectation or desire, expect for the warmth and radiance of his smile.

I am forever devoted to you, Gopika Vallabha.

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"𝔾𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕚 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕚 𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕙𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟
𝕂𝕚 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕚 𝕙𝕖"

𝕄𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥.

𝔾𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕧𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕙𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕂𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.

𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕂𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕟𝕒'𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕖.

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