it was yet another usual day in village and everything was same yet someone was happy and smiling. his happiness was spreading across and touching every heart . it wasn't until late evening that villagers found the reason a baby girl arrived in the shantaram household. the entire village joined in the celebrations. indeed what a pretty child it was and when it smiled even the hardest heart couldn't help but smile back. as days went by she endeared herself to everyone. she was a true princesses with accumulating riches of values and righteousness. she hardly knew her senses when she met him the first time slowly she was taught who he was . every day she would come to meet him twice a day once early in the morning and then in the evening . she very formally did all the rituals and tried to do everything as her mom imitating her mom the best she could. as time went by she realised what he meant for her. she hardly realised when he became her life. it was like she lived for him,cried for him,laughed for him, it was like every breath she took had his name written on him.soon before even she realised her father found a suitable groom for her. she just went to inform him but she had forgotten for a moment tat he knew everything. marriage preparations were in full swing the whole village gathered in the celebrations.
life went on in her happily married life. she went on to have five kids. she still was that little kid of the village. once she used to visit twice daily now it was far spread between weeks, months, and sometimes years. but she made sure she paid a visit.
wondering where that love is??? it is still filled in her heart. her every moment in life is written by him. her day starts remembering him and ends with remembering him . everyday love for him just grows and grows. his love for her is unquestionable , unconditional to say the least after all he is the sweetest adorable Krishna sitting at the centre of the village playing his flute and she was his (entirely,completely and only his) girl
though the whole village witnessed every moment of this beautiful love story and felt and drank every nectar of this Leela. they couldn't realise it then but it stayed buried in the hearts of the villagers and was passed on from generation to generation as a hidden treasure. the story, the incident, the happening came to light when someone came knocking on the doors of the heart asking for something which her words could describe.
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