Each and every niche of nature is always engaged in creating stupendous harmony, hamony that can ferry the gloomiest of souls to a realm of unearthly joy - only our ears should be tuned to hear it, our heart should be ready to receive it and our mind should be prepared to take wing as it gradually surrenders itself to nature's orchestra. With every swirl and every twirl, the music penetrated deep into the very essence of her being, so deep that she slowly forgot all her pains, so deep- that it gradually took the form of that one melody which was forever inscribed in the very depths of her heart- the melody that described Him , the music that emanated from His flute. However , after a few blissful moments of disillusion, of joy non pareil, reality strengthened its hold on her. Disappointment, heart wrenching, cold and clammy sorrow started replacing every ounce of joy that had hitherto so completely occupied her heart. One part of her started rebuking itself for letting that music that was so well preserved in her heart flow out whereas the other part longed to be lost once more in that state of ethereal bliss. As she struggled against coming back to reality, her feet slowly ceased dancing , and she prayed, lest the music should cease too.
The brief spell of enchantment was over, the birds had become surprisingly quite and the wind had somehow ceased whispering. It was as if nature Herself was waiting with bated breath for something surreal to occur. Even Radha had been dragged back to reality but, in her heart was flowing a medley of emotions- fear,wonder, joy, sorrow, anger and even a tinge of excitement. For, even though the whole world was silent, a tune- which surpassed all other tunes was slowly weaving its way- past the tiny brook, around the gulmohar tree trunks and through the gorse bushes. Nearer and nearer to her it approached. It was the same tune to which she had lost herself a few minutes previously , the only sound that did not cease to be when all other sounds were hushed, the same tune to which she often used to lose herself in bygone days, a tune she knew and loved- a tune that could only belong to her bansi bajaiyya's bansuri.
