I came into this world before the first rays of the sun kissed the earth, as if my destiny was intertwined with the moon. Perhaps the moon itself was my soulmate, present to witness my birth. But no... my moon wasn't a celestial body... my moon was Krishna. Like the moon, he was eternal-existing long before my arrival and destined to shine long after my departure.
As a child, I was always silent-calm on the outside, but a storm was always brewing within. My inner chaos was a labyrinth, and I often wondered who, if anyone, could navigate its twists and turns. Who could understand the dissonance within me? Then I found my answer..... it's him...it's Krishna. The one who didn't just tolerate my true self; but also embraced it. He was the only one who didn't just know my laughter but also understood the sour taste of my tears.
When the world slept, and I stayed awake in midnight darkness, drowning in the solitude of my dark thoughts, he was the only one there for me. Perhaps he was invisible to others, but I could feel his presence as if he were right beside me. His love was a touch without physical form, a whisper without sound.
There were many incident happened in my life from which I could see his direct self ....they were moments unexplainable, magical type.... when I used to feel his direct intervention in my life. I called these moments as "glitches" in his divine matrix. because mostly he don't want to take credits but sometime his efforts overflow from his dimension and causes glitch to the matrix .... and all he try to cover his love in the name of illusions....but only a lover could feel the lover's efforts .... and I don't know how but I fell in love with his illusions .....
So loving him is a very different process for his all devotees.... sorry I must say lovers....but it's ok to call his lovers as devotees.... because loving someone by worshiping is also a form of love....He take care all his beloved ones and even writes a unique story for every individual .....Isn't it fascinating?.... The effort he puts in for every individual, all while trying not to be noticed. But here's a little secret...Krishna does like to be noticed.
To me, he is like a small child, innocent, playful, and brimming with excitement-waiting for his beloved ones to find him in his blue world and embrace him tightly. So, When someone beloved reaches the door of his divine realm, he blushes from behind the door, eagerly waiting for them to unlock it with the right key.
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Do you know he is so much excited for the reunion that sometime, he leaves a cheat code for his loved ones....which is like his phone number.... A way to connect with him during their journey of finding the right key. This cheat code is art-the bridge between his world and ours. Art can manifest in many forms: singing, writing, dancing, acting, cooking, painting, and trust me there are many other hidden ways that I didn't mentioned .... For me, it was painting.
At first, painting was just a hobby. But over time, it became something personal-something that belonged only to him. when I start doing painting for him that time I got to know a little detail about him..... Like how he created this universe and gave love one of the top priorities of human after basic needs ....so love must be quite important for him too!!.... As an artist, whenever I create something, I leave my signature on it. Krishna did the same..... He gave his signature to every organism, and that signature was love. It was his way of marking us as his own.
Sometimes I wonder about the love he must carry within himself. An infinite reservoir of affection, and yet, he still yearns for it. Isn't it similar to how we're told to love ourselves, yet we still crave the love and affection of others?....I know.... He is the creator of the universe, he is beyond everything, and yet, he is a part of us....he is just like us.
I'm sorry for this long lecture about love, but I wanted to start this story with him... because he is the reason I'm writing it. I wanted to write this to make you understand my pov of this story in a better way. And you know what... you are an important part of it.
Do you know, I still remember the first day I saw you? "Excuse me!" That's all you said.
I turned around, startled, near the temple stairs. There you were, with shining messy hair, a broken dimple with a small black mole on your left cheek.
"Do you know the painter of this art? ....Actually, I saw colors on your bag, so I thought maybe you know the artist," you asked with emotions of mix confusion and strange calm charm, with eyes that seemed to shine like sparkle...You were holding one of my paintings in which I portrayed Krishna with green skin, blending him into the grass of the ground. His eyes were like two lotus flowers resting on the grass, his lips like two fallen rose petals, and his nose like raw fruit. His hair resembled messy leaves fallen from the trees, just as if my heart had fallen from my soul for him.
"Umm... maybe,...yes," I stammered, my heartbeat started racing. I was the painter that you were searching, but your sudden question left me utterly blank and nervous.
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Dear Readers !!
Trailer is out now....Hehe.... (clearing my throat after fake laugh)
The whole story is kind of short novel type....So I don't think Its is gonna be long...
Just wanted to post the trailer....so that may be I can get new plot ideas....or inspiration and your valuable suggestions....so that I can improve.
See you all later....take care of yourself and your kanha...and dont forget to smile for him!!
?? Radhe Radhe ??