The village of Barsana was alive with the sounds of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses as the entire community came together to celebrate the naming ceremony of head Vrishbhanu's daughter.
The streets were adorned with colorful decorations, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of traditional delicacies being prepared. As the sun began to gain its glory, the villagers gathered in the front yard of the mukhiya's home, where a large stage had been set up for the ceremony.
The villagers were dressed in their finest attire, and children ran around excitedly, adding to the joyful chaos. Amidst the celebration, Vrishbhanu and his wife Kirtida stood at the center of the courtyard, adorned in traditional attire. Though they smiled and greeted their guests warmly, there was a tinge of sadness in their eyes.
Their daughter, who had come in their lives with her eyes closed, still hadn't opened them even once. They couldn't help but wonder what the future held for their precious daughter, and if she would ever open her eyes to see the world around her.
Despite their hidden worry, the celebration carried on, with the villagers joyously participating in the traditional rituals and offering their blessings to the newborn. Everyone seemed to be lost in trance as they saw Shri herself in form of a baby. Speech seemed to have left them, their senses completely bewitched.
Suddenly they were brought back to their senses, with the sound of another baby's giggle. They turned and saw Nand, Yashoda and Rohini arriving with their sons Krishna and Balram. As they arrived, Nand saw the tense expressions on his friend, Vrishbhanu's face.
Approaching him, Nand asked gently, "Vrishbhanu, iss prasannata ke avsar par yeh dukh kyu ?"
Now in front of his dear friend, Vrishbhanu couldn't hide back his tears anymore, "Kya batayu Nand ? Varsho se santaan ke liye tarse hai.... Aur ab jab Ishvar ki kripa se yeh divya kanya praapt huyi, isne hume ek baar bhi na dekha. Jabse mujhe yeh Kamal pushp par soyi huyi mili hai, tabse isne apne nayan nahi khole hai."
Kirtida sighed, "Yeh Ishwar ki kaisi leela hai."
Yashoda looked at her sympathetically, and kept a hand on her shoulder, as she softly said, "Ishvar ki leela ko toh mai nahi samajh sakti, parantu.... Parantu itna jaanti hu ki woh kabhi kisi ka ahit nahi karte. Aaj na kal, sabhi ka kalyaan karte hai. Hume bas dhairya rakhna chahiye."
As they engaged in conversation, the young lord began to wriggle in his mother's arms, his gaze fixated on the cradle before him. Alas, he was unable to catch a glimpse of the precious being nestled inside. Observing his restlessness, Yashoda gently placed Krishna on the ground, and to everyone's delight, he joyfully began to crawl towards the cradle. The adults exchanged amused glances, curious as to what the little one had in mind.
With determination, Krishna made his way to the cradle, gripping its edge tightly. He summoned all his strength and, with a wobbly grace, managed to stand on his own two feet. A radiant smile illuminated his face as he beheld the embodiment of Devi Lakshmi, peacefully slumbering within the cradle. The elders couldn't help but smile themselves as they approached the scene, forming a protective circle around the divine babies.
With his innocent eyes and playful smile, Krishna reached out and held the hand of the little girl. And recognising the touch of her eternal beloved, suddenly, as if by a miracle, she slowly opened her eyes for the first time, much to the astonishment and joy of everyone present.
The entire village seemed to hold its breath as the two children locked eyes, the world around them fading into stillness. It was as if time stood still in that moment, and a sense of awe and wonder filled the air, as Shri laid eyes on Hari, as Devi Lakshmi laid eyes on Bhagwaan Vishnu, as Jagatmata laid eyes upon Jagatpita.
The sadness in Vrishbhanu and Kirtida's eyes melted away as they watched their daughter's eyes sparkle with life for the first time. The villagers rejoiced and cheered at this miraculous moment.
Gargacharya came forward, his aged eyes filled with bliss, with a small smile adorning his lips, as he spoke, "Vribhanu, aisa lagta hai ki tumhari putri ne Krishna ko dekhne ke liye hi apne netra band rakhe the."
"Mujhe bhi aisa lagta hai, Munivar. Jaise inka koi purva janm se sambandh ho." Vrishbhanu said.
"Purva janm ?" Garg let out a gentle chuckle, "Janmo janm ka sambandh hai. Janmo se pare sambandh hai. Dono ke bich ek anadi aur anant sambandh hai."
He then gazed upon the girl, his eyes filled with reverence. Recognising her to be Raseshwari Brajeshwari herself, he said, "Jisne janm se pehle Krishna ko aradha hai, woh Radha hai. Jo Krishna ki pratham aradhika hai, woh Radhika hai."
"VRIBHANUSUTA RADHA KI JAI !"
"KIRITIDAPUTRI RADHIKA KI JAI !"
The crowd cheered, Krishna giggled while Radha, whose eyes were stuck on him, kept smiling.
Nayak and Nayika watched this seen from distance, filled with devotion, reverence and awe.
"Krishna ki Radha. Radha ke Krishna." Nayak said.
Nayika smiled and chanted, "Radha Krishna, Radha Krishna !"
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Radhey Krishna Radhey Krishna
Krishna Krishna Radhey Radhey !
BOLO SHRIMATI RADHA KI JAI 🙏✨
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HARIHARESHWARI 15 : Namami Braj Nayakam
Historical FictionAmarsri is spellbound, Srinav is mesmerized. The gods and goddesses are charmed, while the humans are bewitched. The animals are enthralled, birds are enraptured, and the trees are captivated. And who wouldn't be? For the supreme God himself has des...
