Yashomati maiya se bole nanalala, Radha kyun gori, main kyun kala?
(An adolescent Lord Krishna questions his mother, Yashoda,
as to why Radha is so fair while he is so dark?)
Boli
muskaati maiya sun mere pyare
Gori gori Radhika ke nain kajraare
Kaale
nainon waali ne aisa jaadu dala
Isiliye kala
(Yashoda says, Oh! Listen my beloved one, the dark eyes of fair lady Radha have done such magic on you that you have become dark)
*****
From the moment saw her, he was enchanted,
captivated by her deep, dark eyes. Every facet of her existence led him to
tumble headlong into the profound pit of love. A pit from which he had no
inkling of how to escape.
Her occasional smiles, modest and accompanied by a
compassionate aura, only deepened his confusion, pushing him further down into
the pit. His skin was of a darker hue, while hers was fair and gentle, akin to
pure butter. He often pondered over this incongruity. How could he effortlessly
fathom his love for her, when the odds of a fair maiden reciprocating feelings
for a dusky lad were slim? Yet, in the midst of such contemplations, he found
solace in his encounters with her, treasuring each moment like a precious gem.
"What is the most enchanting aspect of her being that I
am enamoured by?" he mused to himself one day. While pinning down a
definitive answer proved to be an arduous task, he couldn't dismiss the truth
that her eyes held immense significance for him. Strangely enough, his feelings
for her hadn't taken root until he carefully observed her eyes – those little,
dark windows that reflected the depths of her soul.
To love someone deeply entails ingraining oneself within the
gaze of the beloved. To penetrate their very essence through those eyes becomes
the pursuit of love. Our souls remain unblemished and unbound by colour,
regardless of society's attempts to constrain us within the confines of caste,
creed, and hue. No matter how much society seeks to curtail the liberation of
our souls, they remain free. Our souls transcend all limits, extending across
the vast expanse of the universe. We are beholden to none. There exists no
justification to restrict our emotions, no rationale to refrain from loving
another solely due to incongruent shades.
Unbeknownst to him, he had whispered this conviction to his
own heart.
Though his complexion bore a darker shade, and hers was
fair, he wrestled with the idea that it was unjust for a dusky boy to cherish a
fair maiden. Yet, deep within his subconscious, there lay an intrinsic fairness
to his emotions. It was fairness borne from the profound conscience of his
inner self – fairness founded not on the surface but rooted in the sanctum
of his heart.
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