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LOVE LETTER OF THE GIRL FRIEND AKA WOULD BE WIFE!

LOVE LETTER OF THE GIRL FRIEND AKA WOULD BE WIFE!

Bravo! What a wonderful love letter you wrote me,
every love dove of my heart was set free.
But let me break it to you, things are going to change,
because after marriage, you are not going to be the same.
And than I will read this love letter of yours over and over again,
and remind myself, how, once this man loved me like insane.

When the honeymoon times get over,
and the real life sets to take cover,
when date nights would be more economical,
and cat dog fights would be more phenomenal.
Darling, I would be angry sometimes...
But than I would read this love letter of yours over and over again,
and remind myself, how, once this man loved me like insane.

When night will go dark and grayish,
and our kids would need diaper changes,
tossing the coin would not be in my gain,
because your gym and my yoga time would be same.
Darling, I would be very disappointed....
But than I would read this love letter of yours over and over again
and remind myself, how, once this man loved me like insane.

God forbids, if our son flunks in math,

though I told you, trigonometry was not at all my stats,

still you beat me up like a home made Einstein,

ripping away all little sunshine.

Darling, I would feel low....

But than i would read this love letter of yours over and over again,
and remind myself, how, once this man loved me like insane.

When I will grow old, fat and frail,
you will count my mistakes and their trails.
When twinkle in my eyes diminishes,
skin more pale instead of creamish,
when the woman next door will be a pro,
and I will have diet charts to get right in a row.
Darling, I would feel like crying on your shoulder....
But still honey, I would prefer to read this love letter of yours over and over again,
and remind myself, how, once this man loved me like insane

When beauty fades away,
and wrinkles sets in the way.
Time will take a toll and I would be ready to die in your arms,
and you still would be indifferent to my flickering charms.
But by that time I would have crammed that damn love letter of yours by my heart,
and there would be left nothing to disturb the apple cart.
But darling as a habit now,
I will still read this love letter of yours over and over again,
and remind myself, how, once this man loved me like insane.

A heartfelt appeal to all parents- by bharti Kikan

Hare Krsna

A heartfelt appeal to all parents

DEAR PARENTS

GIVE THEM SUNSHINE, GIVE THEM SOME RAIN

GIVE THEM ANOTHER CHANCE, SO THEY DON’T GROW INSANE

Again that time of the year has come, the dreaded month of March. The month hated equally by students, parents and teachers alike. The month is hated so much that even the colorful festival of Holi is unable to brighten the spirits. It is that time of the year when students are judged by their marks, grades and percentages. If God forbid, something unexpected happens on exam day which affects their performance, well no one is bothered. No matter how hard you have worked throughout the year, how sincerely you worked, you will be judged only by your final performance. Exams are necessary or not? Are they the only means to judge students capability? Etc, etc, Well, I will not dwell upon these points. Neither I neither am an authority over the above issues nor am I interested to express my views.

What I want to share is what we as parents, teachers, elders can do to reduce stress among students, children? Being in teaching profession, I am in touch with students from past 18 years, since I love kids, the association goes back deeper. My teaching time is the happiest time of my day-children not only keep the child in me alive but they also keep me updated. But from the past few years, I am saddened to see the increasing depression, sadness, anger- among children. Unrealistic demands of parents and teachers, unwillingly made a part of rat race to score marks have multiplied the problems. Half of the students are carrying the expectations of their parents, many are studying only because they don’t have any other options, some are doing ‘rote learning’, and many have become totally indifferent towards studies-which is not only a very serious situation but a very dangerous too.

Dear Parents. I sincerely appeal you to stop pressurizing your child or forcing them to do a particular thing or opt a particular subject.  Please don’t confuse ‘pressurizing’ with ‘encouraging’. How and when as parents we have become so indifferent that we have stopped understanding them, observing them, listening to their inner voice and unspoken words? Why have we become so ruthless that we can’t see what they want or like? STOP JUDGING THEM, LABELLING THEM, COMPARING THEM. The mere thought that no matter what my parents will always support me, hold me- is more than enough to boost their confidence.

Why as parents we are not letting them decide about their future, making them responsible for their decisions and letting them charter their own path? We are ever   ready to help them whether it‘s offering food, ideas or advice. Let them feel hunger so that they enjoy food, let them feel confused so that they know how to take decisions, let them take decisions so that they feel responsible. Let them feel happy on their achievements.  If you feel that we as parents are capable of taking decisions and shouldering our responsibilities efficiently then it’s only because our parents were lot better than us. Ours is a confused generation. We as children were not given ready made ideas. We worked that’s why we have stories to tell, we have anecdotes to share. Our parents made sure that we struggled, we made our own roads. We were not spoon fed. Our parents didn’t buy us PRESENTS to make for their PRESENCE.

Being a parent, I often find myself at crossroads but then it’s up to me how to tackle a situation? Either I can shout at my child or wait for the right moment to teach him/her between right or wrong. If I shout at him/her, I am teaching them to deal every situation by shouting but by being patient I am teaching them to understand things calmly and then act.

Education doesn’t simply means getting good marks, securing good job, earning a handsome salary or moving around in a big car. Education is the all round development of a child. While looking at your child’s report card, don’t ignore the columns below the marks. They tell you a lot about your child personality and development.  Sadly we ignore that column after reading marks of mandatory subjects. With increasing nuclear families, single parent’s children are growing among gadgets, Ipads, video games and if they have any query or doubt, Google uncle is always there. As parents and teachers, it is our duty that we should keep an eye on how our child is evolving as a human being. How he/she deals with family members, teachers, friends, classmates, especially grandparents and their helpers like maids, servants, drivers, waiters. It tells a lot not only about your child but also about your upbringing.  Is our child really happy with what he/she is doing?

We have heard of so many suicide cases where the victim was believed to be very happy, had the best of everything but investigations told that they were not happy with themselves and were fighting depression. Maybe they were trying to please others and afraid of telling their loved ones what they were going through.

Many of them were brilliant students, from IT sector, research scholars who were earning good, well settled still they failed test of Life. We can blame Destiny, circumstances but the main thing is they were unhappy and unable to deal with pressure. I would like to make a point here that our parents and grandparents especially women in olden days were not much educated, in fact some were illiterates still they sailed smoothly and handled everything very efficiently. They managed households, big joint families in a limited budget. Suicide was never an option.

Like a flower, every child has his/her own blooming time, own personality. Give them time. What they need is continuous nurturing, love, and care and most important you’re TIME. As my father says “Children are your biggest assets, so think cautiously. They are mutual funds, they will slowly give you returns but there is lot of risks involved. Don’t buy your presence with presents.”

Let them cry, let them fall, let them have heartbreaks and get hurt, don’t run to hold them. Let them get up on their own but make them know that you are always there for them. Let them understand that all this is a part of growing up; we faced them, our parents and grandparents too. Everything will fall in its place and in the end ALL WILL BE WELL. Scoring less marks or getting failed doesn’t mean the end of road or life. Remember, Life is the most precious gift from GOD and marks are one miniscule part of it. Exams, results, grades etc are part and parcel of LIFE. They are not LIFE. No One is going to remember your marks after few years.

There is difference between EDUCATION and INTELLECT. Don’t confuse the two things. Education gives you exposure, opens your mind, and lets you explore new avenues and arenas. Education never binds you in rote learning, marks, percentage etc.

Do you pressurize your child too much for good scores? Is your child carrying the burden of your expectations? Do you really talk to your child? Do you really listen to them? Kindly share your views about these questions?

Thanks

Regards

Bharti Kikan

the story of tulsi devi in short

*The story of Tulasi Devi in short*

Srimati Tulasi devi is one of the most exalted devotees of the Sri Krishna. All scriptures stress on the importance of getting the mercy of Tulasi devi if one has to make progress in the path of devotion. In the Skanda Purana it is said: ‘Tulasi is auspicious in all respects. Simply by seeing, simply by touching, simply by remembering, simply by praying to, simply by bowing before, simply by hearing about or simply by sowing this tree, there is always auspiciousness. Anyone who comes in touch with the Tulasi tree in the above-mentionedways lives eternally in the Vaikuntha world."

*Vrinda devi*

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Above this material world is the eternal spiritual world comprised of millions of Vaikuntha planets. The topmost planet in Vaikuntha is Goloka which is presided by Sri Krishna in His original form. Here resides Vrinda devi, an intimate associate of and an expansion of Srimati Radharani. Her partial expansion is Tulasi devi in the Vaikuntha planets and they are all considered non-different from her.

As the embodiment of the lila-sakti (pastime potency), Vrinda devi is the organizer of all the transcendental pastimes between Sri Krishna and Srimati Radharani. In Goloka every thing is animate (cit) and only for the pleasure of Sri Krishna. Vrinda devi makes this happen. She is assisted by many confidential associates (which include two parrots) and with their help she makes sure that every thing is pleasing to Sri Krishna. She controls how the wind blows, when and where it rains, how the trees bend, and so many other things for the pleasure of the Divine Couple.

*Manifest Vrindavana*

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Five thousand years ago when Sri Krishna descended on Earth to do His pastimes, Vrinda devi created the proper environment for His pastimes in Vrindavana. Millions of years before the descent of Sri Krishna, Vrinda devi had appeared as the daughter of the pious Emperor Kedera. Then she performed penances for sixty thousand years. Pleased by her penances, Lord Vishnu gave the benediction that any austerities performed in Vrindavana would be very potent. Thus Vrinda devi sanctified the place and it got the name Vrindavana. Later Vrinda devi once again descended here as Tulasi devi, the daughter of King Kushadvaja to perform penances and attain perfection here.

*Pastimes of Radha-Krishna* 

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Vrindavana is completely under the control of Vrinda devi. Without her mercy it is not possible to even approach the confidential pastimes of Radha-Krishna, even as an audience. Even being allowed into Vrindavana dhama indicates that one has received some mercy from Vrinda devi.

In Krishna lila she appeared as a young gopi friend of Srimati Radharani. Under the instructions of Purnamasya (Yogamaya), she would arrange secret meeting between Krishna and Radha. She would also make all the material arrangements, like saffron, fruits, flowers, music etc. for Radha Krishna. Thus she carried on her eternal service in Goloka Vrindavana in the earthly Vrindavana.

Once Srimati Radharani was so pleased by the service of Vrinda devi that with the help of the other gopis she arranged a magnificent throne and had Krishna and Vrinda devi sit on it. Lalita sakhi acting as the priest recited the mantras and performed the marriage cermony of Krishna and Vrinda devi. Thus by the mercy of Srimati Radharani, Vrinda devi got Krishna.

In another pastime, Vrinda devi offered all the forests of Vrindavana to Srimati Radharani. Thus Radharani is also known as Vrindavaneshwari or the queen of Vrindavana.

*Tulasi devi becomes a plant* 

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Pastimes involving pure devotees are only for the benefit of conditioned souls in the material world. This pastime, given in the Padma purana and in the Brahma-vaivarta purana involvong Tulasi devi reveals this clearly.

Once Tulasi devi descended as the daughter of King Kushadvaja. She was married to Jalhandara. It is said that Samudra deva the demigod controlling the nether regions had Lakshmi devi as a daughter (since she appeared from him at time of the churning of the ocean) and Jalandara (one who is born from water).

Jalandara was married to Tulasi devi and drew strength from her purity and chastity. So firm was her chastity that even Lord Shiva could not defeat Jalandara in battle and all the demigods went to Lord Vishnu for help.

At this time, Lord Vishnu went to Tulasi devi assuming the form of her husband, Jalandara. When Tulasi devi greeted Him, thinking Him to be her husband, her chastity was momentarily broken. Taking advantage of this the demigods killed Jalandara.

When Tulasi devi understood what happened, Lord Vishnu revealed His original form. An enraged Tulasi devi cursed Lord Vishnu for His stone hearted behavior to become a stone. Honoring His pure devotee, Lord Vishnu accepted this curse and promised to appear as the Saligrama shila in the Gandika river (now in Nepal). He also gave Tulsai devi the benediction that she will eternally reside with Him as His consort in Vaikuntha. He said that for the benefit of every one she will assume the form of a plant which will be most auspicious for anyone performing devotional service.

Thus devotees never offer anything to Krishna without a Tulasi leaf. He always adorns Himself with a Tulasi garland. The goddess of fortune, Laksmi, is sometimes envious of the Tulasi leaves which are placed at the lotus feet of the Lord, for they remain fixed there and do not move, whereas Laksmiji, although stationed by the chest of the Lord, sometimes has to please other devotees who pray for her favor. Laksmiji sometimes has to go to satisfy her numerous devotees, but tulasi leaves never forsake their position, and the Lord therefore appreciates the service of the tulasi more than the service of Laksmi.

*Tulasi as the source of bhakti* 

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The scriptures are full of pastimes that reveal the potency of Tulasi in developing devotion for the Lord.

The Srimad Bhagavatam talks about this pastime with the four Kumaras, the sons of Lord Brahma who were very much attached to the impersonal aspect of Godhead.

‘When the breeze carrying the aroma of tulasi leaves and saffron from the lotus feet of the lotus-eyed Personality of Godhead entered through the nostrils into the hearts of those sages [the Kumaras], they experienced a change in both body and mind, even though they were attached to the impersonal Brahman understanding.'

Thus by simply smelling the fragrance of the Tulasi leaves the four Kumaras became pure devotees of the Lord.

In Caitanya lila Srila Advaita Acarya was very much disturbed to see the growth of irreligiosity. Therefore He decided to call for the Personality of Godhead Krsna to descend by worshiping the Lord with tulasi leaves and the water of the Ganges. When Sri Krishna was please by this devotion He descended as Caitanya Mahaprabhu.

Haridasa Thakura a great devotee of Caitanya Mahaprabhu purified a prostitue who had come with the intention of seducing him with instructions to chant the holy name and worship Tulasi. She became so elevated by this service that even great Vaishnavas would come to get her mercy.

*Glories of Tulasi devi* 

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Quoting from the Gautamiya-tantra, the Hari-bhakti-vilasa states:

tulasi-dala-matrena 

jalasya culukena va 

vikrinite svam atmanam 

bhaktebhyo bhakta-vatsalah

‘Sri Krsna, who is very affectionate toward His devotees, sells Himself to a devotee who offers merely a tulasi leaf and a palmful of water.’

In the Nectar of Devotion, service to Tulasi is glorified as one of items of devotional service.

In the Srimad Bhagavatam (3.15.19) it is said that although flowering plants like the mandara, kunda, kurabaka, utpala, campaka, arna, punnaga, nagakesara, bakula, lily and parijata are full of transcendental fragrance, they are still conscious of the austerities performed by tulasi, for tulasi is given special preference by the Lord, who garlands Himself with tulasi leaves.

In the Skanda Purana there is a statement praising the Tulasi tree as follows: ‘Let me offer my respectful obeisances unto the Tulasi tree, which can immediately vanquish volumes of sinful activities. Simply by seeing or touching this tree one can become relieved from all distresses and diseases. Simply by offering obeisances to and pouring water on the tulasi tree, one can become freed from the fear of being sent to the court of Yamaraja [the King of death, who punishes the sinful]. If someone sows a tulasi tree somewhere, certainly he becomes devoted to Lord Krsna. And when the tulasi leaves are offered in devotion at the lotus feet of Krsna, there is the full development of love of Godhead.’

*All glories to Tulasi devi* !!

When God Needed a Tailor, he chose Her!

First meeting....

23 rd august, 2014, almost middle of night, I got an emergency to see at home. Being an homoeopathic doctor we don't have such emergencies but of and on you can't ignore them too. She was a frail body of flesh on the bones carried in the lap of his father. The winter sweaters were also not providing any decency to her pencil sleek curvature.

"She is vomiting and is unable to eat and have a lot of heaviness in the chest!" was the presenting complaint. But before I could rule in being a gastric problem due to unhealthy eating, a common practice in new formed teenagers like her, there came a casual remark, "She is also undergoing treatment for nephrotic syndrome."

Layman meaning, her kidnies were failing.

Oh! dear! They were telling me now when I was almost through with half of my prescription. With one stroke of pen I cancelled what I wrote earlier. I looked at them perplexed and with a sign I said, "What's her Cretenine?"

Layman language, the factor that indicate the extent of damage to kidnies.

"A week back it was 5!"

It's shouldn't pass more than 1.2 in normal scenario.

Are you kidding me, is it some kind of joke, I don't even have the present value. I wanted to say but curtailed my tongue. The girl was looking up to me in anticipation. Those puppy dog eyes in the shrinking sockets brimmed with tear line.

Hearts of hearts I know her Kidnies have gone and this is the complications of nephrotic syndrome I am dealing with, which ideally should be managed with a mechanical procedure of dialysis, to filter out the piling up excreta in her blood which in a usual scenario is done by kidnies. And one thing more I am not God! I knew my limitation.

I tried explaining them about it but to my surprise they already knew it and they were just trying to avoid it.

But it's not our choice.

I gave her something that relieved her for a while but it was temporary. I asked them to get the cretinine checked, first thing in the morning.

Night went, so the following half afternoon too, evening was difficult again and I received a call, what to do!

Go to the hospital, get the dialysis! What do they expect from me, I am not God!

25 th December, she was sinking. Her body failing, soul losing the grip but her will stronger than mountains. Doctors gave up on her but she shouted on them, "My other doctor said, if you do the dialysis on me, I will be fine again! So do it."

On duty doctor found no need because the statistics said it was just matter of time but she kept shouting at them. Consent forms signed and dialysis was done. Dark Christmas night went with yes and no, prayers and tears.....

Next morning was brighter, because she was back on but with a prescription sheet of dialysis three times a week.

But whatever, I was her favorite doctor, because it seemed as if I gave her the idea how to live.

Our Second meeting...

In 2015, we met again. This time she had more words than before because it was not an emergency. She had stories and boosted how she shouted over those doctors triple her age. And subsequent meeting were also the same, I used to take care of the adverse effects of the dialysis, strengthening her system to take the massive procedure and she used to play 'show and tell'. She was a gifted child and her art and craft was superb and was her drawings. And each time she visited me, she had something to show me and a big tale how she came up with the idea and how she eventually executed it. It was 5 minutes Doctor patient time and 10 minutes story time with her.

The girl had a will power to fight odds. She was the most positive person that I have ever came across.

Subsequent December of 2015 she was again hospitalized with certain infection. She was recovering well. Christmas was again overhead and this time she charmed the entire hospital corridors of kids wing with her drawings. She was darling in the hospital for one month she stayed. And she had big stories to tell me when she came back to me.

2016 also went with her frequent hospital stay and bouncing back to me. But after the fall of the year, her visits became less.

In 2017, she was put on water dialysis at home as her body reduced to just mere skin coating on the skeleton, so frail to take blood dialysis. But her spirits were high, though she detorated. In Feb, this year she came in for certain problem, told me about her ideas that she would be doing this year. Cupboards after cupboards were filled with her masterpieces. Some she gifted, some she kept, some she brought for me, a beautiful pink lotus she made once for me, couple of 'Happy Diwali' cards and my personal favorite her high spirited smile was all her legacy.

For sometime she was not coming for follow up. Well, the water dialysis that she have to undergo everyday made her more and more frail and weak, therefore maybe her visits tapered, I was assuming.

The House of Lucy...

16 august she was back again to me, with her show and tell items.

It's the long time she said.

This time she brought the beautiful purple slippers she made for herself. She was being carried by her father, because she couldn't walk. Still looking at those slippers she said, when I will be able to walk again I will wear them and they are going look awesome. I agreed, they were awesome.

Than came the 'house of lucy', the living booklet of the girl named lucy and her life style. It was so beautifully crafted. I asked her to give it to me to see but she said this is little complicated, it need to be explained.

"See Dr Sonal, this girls name is lucy, this is her bedroom where she sleeps like this. When she wakes up in the morning, she brushes her teeth like this, go to school, this is her school bus. She comes back and than watch television in her living room. Sometimes feel bore so go to shopping,Oh! this is her study room...."

And on and on she went, everything lively depicted in her craft book. She had charms in her eyes. She was less interested in medicine, more interested to update me with her craft. Before biding me adieu, she stumbled on one more of her genius invention, look I stitched dresses for my thakur, the worshiping deity of her house.

Oh, very beautiful, why don't you stitch one for my Thakur too, I said.

Next time, she said.

24 th August, she came empty handed. I was not feeling well this week, sorry I couldn't bring you the thakur dress was her opening lines.

I said no problem, maybe next time.

Her spirits were low and the smile missing.

I couldn't get her talking today, she was not her usual self.

To start a conversation I said, Hey do you believe in magic.

Her eyes charmed as if I was going to do some trick.

I said, I have magical beads, if you chant the name of God, maybe some magic happens in your life. I gave her japa mala to chant hari naam mantra at it. I asked her to chant three times. And also a Lord Jaggarnath Batch.

Well the trick was, I was planning a photo shoot for her with my team, so that we could promote her on social networking sites and ask for kidney for her. {She was adopted child therefore her parents couldn't give her kidney and her blood type was rare and her foster parents were not financially strong too}. Almost all details were done except some corners to be covered. I thought once she will chant I will break the news to her that we are planning the campaign and she would have stronger trust in God and would be excited.

She promised she will chant.

I said maybe you get the kidney.

She said, she doesn't need them anymore.

Than How will it get cure.

You will see doctor, all by itself....

All By itself.

GoD Is Always Going To Be GoD!

She was right, her sufferings ended. It was all by itself.

She had ordered an sewing machine form the amazon to stitch clothes for my thakur. On 28th August, Monday of the past week it was delivered and two hours later she was no more.

She died!

She died with a thought to stitch clothes for God after she chanted on her beads holding the batch of Jaggarnath in other hand.

Her suffering ended. There was no place in her body which was not punctured. Her entire body was covered with boils. Her breathing was difficult and she couldn't walk one step. Only her sole pure like a blossom lotus and hence left the weak falling body cloth for a new journey, for a new designation.

WAS THAT GOOD, WAS THAT BAD!

Her parents believe, especially her father, that she is never ever going to come back in any form, she has gone to live with God for eternity and would be stitching his clothes.

"sariram yad avapnoit yac capy utkramatisvarah

grhtvaitani samyati vayur gandhan ivasayat" 15.8 Bhagvad Gita

Meaning, The living entity in the material world carries his different conceptions of life form one body to another as the air carries aromas. Thus he takes one kind of body and again quits it to take another.

It's said what ever last thought the living being dies with, that is thought he begins his another life with. May be God was missing a tailor therefore he summoned her up to his service, to his personal abode of happiness, tranquility and bliss. he welcomed her with open hands.

And she was very right, her sufferings will end all by itself by mercy of lord.

After all GoD is always Going to be God!

Regards

Hare Krsna!

Half God, Half Peacock!

Once upon a time in the land of vraja, Srimati Radha rani became very very angry with Krsna. She was so enraged that she went into isolation.

Krsna went in search of his lady love, only finding her alone in deep forests of Vrindavan. He immediately fell in feet of Srimati Radharani and started apologizing without even knowing what wrong he had done to her. Its said intelligent men never argue with women and immediately apologizes irrespective of the fact whether or not they are at mistake. Krsna was very intelligent and therefore following the age old principle he went on his knees in front of radha rani.

But this time Radha Rani, knowing the reputation and tactics of Krsna didn't yield, instead she started crying inconsolably.

Krsna again went, "Oh! Radha, I hate tears. Don't do this to me. Punish me if it pleases you...."

But Radha Rani was furious, "Oh! You rascal, get out from my sight. I don't want to talk to you, see you and even bear you near my vicinity. You keep breaking my heart over and over again. Go away. Go and play with your friends your beloved gopas and go and get on swings with your girlfriends, the gopis of vraja, why do you need poor radha for. She is no use to you."

And radha rani kept on weeping. All the ornaments on her body went lose and begin to fell on ground.

Krsna tried to charm her over and over again. Sometimes he went and brought her Champa and Jasmine flowers and made beautiful garlands out of it, which Radha rani refused to accept. Other time, he brought her lilies to put it in her hair but instead she opened her long locks so that no flower could stay in there. He even gave away his very dear flute and kept it in her feet but she was not ready to budge.

Every time he tried something he made her more furious and weepy than before.

Being an utter failure he couldn't think of a better plan to bring her out of her sulkiness. It was breaking his heart in million pieces seeing Radha Rani in such desolate condition.

For a while he too went away to think what he could do better. He was definitely not thinking to give up, may it take ethos of time to make her smile again.

Krsna was gone for a while now. Even though Radha rani was crying outwardly but in hearts of hearts it was giving her immense pleasure to have an undivided attention of the most popular boy of Vraj Bhoomi. But now when Krsna was away she felt more lonely and heart broken and it made her weep more. Rivers of tears were flowing from her eyes flooding the forests of Vrindavan.

Suddenly from her weepy eyes she saw an odd looking peacock dancing weirdly.

She rubbed her eyes to have a clear look at that creature.

Mama Mia! It was none other than Krsna disguised as peacock and coming dancing towards Radha rani.

The black blue boy of vraja borrowed feathers from the flock of peacock and pasted it on his body to charm the love of his life.

Radha rani couldn't control herself and burst into laughter. Her innocent child like laughter echoed in the vrindavan. She clapped and forgot that she was angry at Krsna.

Her sulkiness was broken. Earlier she was crying of anger, but now she was crying of laughter. Tears flowing from the outer corners of her eyes on her silky cheeks.

Eventually the beautiful Radha Rani soon joined her beloved in the peacock dance.

This is the Maan-Bhang Leela of sweet past times of srimati radha rani and krsna in the holy dham of vrindavan.

There is still present a temple called maan temple at holy dham of vrindavan that witnessed this leela.

krsna and radha rani dressed up like peacocks.

Happy birthday to Radha rani.

jai ho radha rani ki, jai vrindavaneshvari thakurani ki, jai ho hari priya maharani ki.

jai jai shree radhe!

hare krsna