She sang his bhajans and swirled swiftly many times. After a while, she fell prostrate before His idol and placed her head at his lotus feet.
Hot tear drops found their way down her pretty face as she gently tugged at her Ektara and crooned, प्रभु जी तुम दर्शन बिन मोय घड़ी चैन नहीं आवड़े …
She opened her eyes and looked up at HIS idol… her Krishna… her Ram… her everything… she wiped his feet with her pallu even as the tears kept falling.
Her heart was beating loudly, threatening to burst with her love for her Krishna.
“Meera, Meera… eat something, Meera” her family members and residents of Mewar begged.
She didn’t respond, her tears kept falling on His feet and she kept wiping them while 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) filled the air; someone was running towards Meera.
The area behind Shri Krishna’s idol started glowing with divine light. Loud cries of a young girl were heard.
“Shyam…Shyam…where are you? Where are you, my Kanhaiya?” Radha was calling out to Krishna.
Meera stood up and peeped behind the idol as Radha emerged from the divine light. There was worry writ all over her face.
She spotted Meera and desperately asked, “Have you seen my Shyam? He is very natkhat he was just here with me a while ago, and now, I just cannot find him….have you seen him?”
The beautiful, youthful Radha, with a molten complexion, wearing garlands of gems and flowers, stood helplessly before Meera.
Dressed in an ordinary white cotton sari, her body devoid of any accessories, Meera’s plain looks belied the divine glow on her sweet face.
She was curious. Many questions were bothering her.
“Just who was this banvari? Who is she seeking? Is she also searching for my Mohan?” Meera wondered.
“I don’t know about your Shyam, behen, but my Giridhar Gopal is here with me. Look!” 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 happiness and in a flash, he was gone! This idol is not my Kanha. My Kanha is alive! He speaks with me. We fight, make up and dance together for hours.”
“Yes, that’s what I am telling you! Your Mohan is not here.” Meera reiterated.
“The melody of his flute keeps my breath flowing, his love keeps my life glowing….have you seen him anywhere?” Radha asked desperately.
She started calling out, “Kanhaiya… where are you?”
Just then, flowers started falling from the temple ceiling and glowing clouds started circling above Meera and Radha. They looked up and watched in awe and wonder as a chariot descended from above.
Rukmini stepped down from the chariot as Radha and Meera gaped at her. They had never seen a beauty like her before.
She looked like an Empress. Her complexion was golden-yellow and her beautiful face resembled the moon. She was stunningly beautiful, her eyes glowed with royal pride. Her hair was swept up in braided tresses that tied into a knot adorned with flowers. She was holding a lotus in one hand and her entire body was adorned with rich clothes and various ornaments.
She smiled and spoke, “He you are looking for isn’t here, yet he is everywhere. He belongs to everyone, yet he belongs to no one. He is here, in Mewar and in Vrindavan and in Dwarka too.”
As the melodious sound of the flute cut through the tension in the air, Meera and Radha felt their hearts overflowing with peace and immense love.
They folded their hands and closed their eyes.
Their souls merged into Rukmini, and together, all three of them ascended into heaven.
Onlookers were awestruck and joined their hands in silent praise as Meera’s sweet voice rang through 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 basis for the above story. It’s a scenario that has played in my mind several times. Radha, Meera, Rukmini, and Shri Krishna are my favourite and I thought of dedicating a different perspective.
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This story is written for StorytellersBlogHop Season 3 hosted by MeenalSonal (https://Auraofthoughts.com) and Ujjwal Mishra (https://mywordsmywisdom.com)
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I absolutely loved reading this story Mayura, just took me back to my childhood when my mum and nani used to tell me stories of Krishna. Each time we read or hear about Radha-Krishna, Meera-Krishna, it just calms your mind and reinstates peace in your heart. This pure shade of love, devotion or Bahkti Bahvana is beyond one’s understanding and holds the greatest place when it comes to love.
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How beautifully you have penned down the feeling of all the devotees, be it Meera, Be it Radha, be it a normal human, we all seek for our almighty with love. How wonderfully Rukmini has explained that Kaanhaji is everywhere yet belongs to particularly nobody, This is so true and here you have portrayed a beautiful shade of love, Purity. Amazing:-)
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When we talk about love and don’t mention Krishna, Meera, and Radha it’s not justified. What a lovely story you have weaved, Mayura. Brilliant.
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you have created a unique shade of love by combining different shades of love in mythology. Really enjoyed reading this one ❤
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An interesting take one the prompt! You took me back to my childhood by including the bhajans ❤️😍
Love the way you penned this tale of universal love 🙏🏽🙌🏽 congratulations!
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This story was a delightful treat to read. Really liked how you merged the love as a universal concept that envelops us all.
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It is the story of profound connection one feels with their God. Loved reading the fictional situation where all three meet together because of their love for Lord Krishna.
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mesmerizing, is what I felt while reading the story. Devotion, such a beautiful shade of love.
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Whenever we speak about love one cannot forget Lord Krishna. You have beautifully portrayed the meaning of love for all the three. The Hindi lines in between and the pictures made the story livelier.
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Beautiful take on the prompt. Krishna belongs to everyone yet he belongs to no-one. Loved it!
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I loved how beautifully you had brought Meera, Radha, and Rukmini and then immersing to the heaven, to their Krishna. Fictional yet Beautiful… May be that’s how in reality Meera went to heaven.
May be…
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So colorful if meera, radha and rukmani meet next time I am sure they will take about this beautiful fiction story.
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Really enjoyed reading the vivid and beautifully depicted meeting between Meera, Radha and Rukmini. Especially enjoyed the subtle differences in their expression of Krishna and their love for him. Meera’s devotional love can easily absorb and expand to loving Radha and Rukmini, you could have picked any but you started with Meera. Well done.
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I enjoyed reading this story and liked how beautifully it portrays the devotion and love that Meera had for her Lord Krishna. The way she sang His bhajans and wiped his feet with her tears is truly inspiring. The inclusion of Radha and Rukmini adds a new dimension to the story and shows how Krishna belongs to everyone and yet no one. Meera’s voice singing पायो जी मैंने राम रतन धन पायो is enchanting and leaves a lasting impression. Overall, a wonderful story that touches the heart and soul.
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I like the way you blended the story… nicely done
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Wow. I loved your adaptation of the rendezvous between Meera and Radha. We never know it might have happened also in Meeras one of the prayers. Because having known Krishna so closely if Meera should feel that connect she should have connected with Radha and Rukmini also. Loved this adaptation. Elaborate this into a book.
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What an amazing take on the prompt! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Meera, Radha and Rukmini are there forms of love that Krishna is made of himself and how beautifully you narrated it !
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Reading this story, I remembered the song, “Woh to Radha ka bhi Shyam, Woh to Meera ka bhi Shyam.” So beautifully you have shown how kanha belongs to all of us.
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Beautiful story! Enjoyed reading it!
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Lovely tale based on mythology. It was a beautiful read.
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How beautifully penned almost poetic. Pure love radiated form each word. You painted such a perfect picture
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Nice to read the work of fiction where you have created an imagery to gather all the lovers of Krishna. His love is the ultimate truth of all. Loved reading the story.
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Wow, Beautiful presentation and an excellent way of narrating the conversation between all three incredible women of Kanha’s life i.e. Meera, Radha, and Rukmini.
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You have a strong imaginative streak, I enjoyed the merging of love in this fictional piece.
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It was wonderful to read a love story between Meera, Rukmini and Radha and the evergreen Kanhaiya!
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Nice story of Meera, Radha and Rukmini. Have your blog after a long time, dear. Yet to read your books.
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