🥇in lakshmi🥇in laxminarayan..
In Vaikuntha she is Narayan's Sri; on Prithvilok, she is Krishna's Devashree
Call them Krishna and Devashree or Narayan and Lakshmi; both are as eternal as time. Experience their joy and pain by accompanying them in t...
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FROM THE SKY, GARUD DESCENDED AND WITH A POWERFUL GUST LANDED IN THE COURTYARD.
"Garuda will take us," Krishna answered stepping forward and placing a hand on the bird's neck. Garuda lowered his head. He knelt low, his wings folding in to allow them to mount. Krishna climbed first, extending his arms to take Pradyumna from her. "Give him to me."
Devashree carefully handed the sleeping baby over. With one arm holding Pradyumna securely, Krishna reached out to her.
"Come, Priye."
She placed her hand in his, letting him pull her up onto Garuda's back. As she settled on his lap, Krishna adjusted his hold around her and Pradyumna, ensuring they were safe.
Garuda rose with a mighty beat of his wings and the ground fell away beneath them and the small village became a patchwork of fields and rooftops. Devashree's gaze instinctively fell downward and her heart clenched.
Yashoda Maiyaa had her hands clasped tightly to her chest. Tears were streaming down her face her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. Devashree could see Nand Baba standing behind her, his arm wrapped around her for support.
Guilt washed over her in waves.
"I shouldn't have been so stubborn," she murmured. "I shouldn't have insisted on visiting. All I've done is reopen wounds they had long learned to live with."
Fingers brushed against her cheek wiping away her tears. She looked up to find Krishna gazing at her with understanding. "Priye, you have done nothing wrong."
"But she's hurting, Swami," Devashree said "I can see it in her eyes."
Krishna pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Love often comes with pain and you carry no blame for their pain. It exists because of love, and love is never wrong."
"But I-" she began, only for Krishna to interrupt her by tilting her chin upward tenderly.
"You brought them joy today, even if it was bittersweet. They will cry, yes, but they will also smile. And they will always remember their grandson in their arms, their family, united even for a brief moment. That, too, is a gift."
The weight of his words settled over her, melting some of the guilt she carried. Without a word, she leaned forward and buried her face in the crook of Krishna's neck. But the peaceful moment didn't last. A sudden tug at her hair made her sit up in surprise. She turned to find Pradyumna, wide awake and grinning mischievously, his tiny fist clutching a strand of her hair.
