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….
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