There is something about Krishna that warms my insides. Something that has entered my body and is resting in my mind. Something from the words i was told as a child and am told even today. The love in her eyes when she talks of him in her childhood and how her lips mouth his name as tears stream from her eyes in pain and even in gratitude. Her lover and life. Krishna the playful child. The handsome blue god.
But krishna was a player, a trickster, more than only in a playful childish way. He broke hearts as gods and men do. He was a liar and chose sides, fought wars that weren't his to fight. Yet as i think of him knowing all this, knowing in my head he was not the flawless and just creature he is made out to be... a part of me wants to close my eyes and sing...
'Krishna nee begane, baaro...'
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