"How silly of him" A faint smile lifted the corner of Yashoda's lips up "You're everywhere Kanha, in this small statue, in the soil and air of Vrindavan, in every droplet of Yamuna, in the heart of every Gopi, in our very consciousness and-"
"And in...
Hello everyone, wishing you all a very happy Janmashtami in advance. I honestly had no intention of writing or posting anything even an hour ago.
But this morning I just randomly started writing something , the words just came out spontaneously and in half an hour I already finished writing a chapter hehe. What else it can be other than Govind's grace? He just didn't want me to feel bad 🥺 I love him!!!
Tbh, I realised Janmashtami belongs to Yashoda Maiya and Nand Baba as much as it belongs to Krishna. The couple who sacrificed their own child and raised someone else's, only to bid him adieu after 11 years.
I have no intention (or the audacity) to disrespect Maa Devaki, the woman who gave birth to Jagatpati himself. But my heart aches everytime I wonder, how did Yashoda Maiya and Nanda Baba spend rest of their lives without their dearest lalla.
Anyways, I really hope you enjoy reading this TS.
Before you proceed ahead, it's purely FICTIONAL and is not based on any scripture :)
