She was a sweet girl sitting under the shade of the tree, making Garland for her sweet lord. She had a beautiful frown on her face as she was eagerly waiting for her Keshava who was like always late than the promised time. She was waiting eagerly for him so she could adorn her Gopala with garland she has made with love.

Madhusudan who was aware of her every single detail was in the mood to tease her more. So he decided to let her wait for him a little more as in love separation has its own pleasure. But when he saw the tears of devotion in the eyes of her lover he could not stop himself and arrived to embrace his little sweet lover.

Seeing her lover, her Manohara she could not stop herself, she turned towards him and embrace him in her little arms pouring her emotions, her love without speaking any words she spoke a thousand words of the language of love.

After taking her time and absorbing her surrounding and flaring her nose with anger she spoke, "Kanha you love to tease me, you are always like that, you love to play with this lover of yours. But this time I am angry with you and will not talk with you."

Listening to the words of his lover he spoke with the words of love, "My love, love has thousands of shade out of which one of the lovely shade of love is separation and union. But I see my lover does not seem to understand his sweet innocent Gopala but it's okay. But now the problem that since she is angry with me who will wear these payala."

After hearing the words of her lord she could not stop herself and hugged him, forgetting his anger she spoke, "Kanha you brought these payalas for me. You for sure are very clever and know very well how to always tame this innocent heart and here I couldn't even complain because this all belongs to you. I am in love with you and all your Kalas."

Listening to her words Banwari went on his knees took the payala out and reached for her feet. After tieing payala around her feet she noticed the divine beauty they carried, the sound they produced give rise to a beautiful aura.

Now she could not stop herself and she herself went on her knees, once again embraced him and look at her beautiful lord. This time she could not stop her traitor tear that left her eyes after seeing the divine beauty of her lord, after seeing what they call eternal.

She noticed that garland in her hand that she has long forgotten, she adorned him with the beautiful garland that she has made for him with love, which for her lord was beautiful than anything because every single flower of garland was joined with love for her lord.

She looked at her Kanha with affection and devotion, tears streaming down her cheeks at she look at what people call love, pure love. The love that has many shades, the love that is eternal.

Both embraced each other and let the purest love, love of devotion take over them.

||RadheKrishna||