#mod radha

Karna: I don't

Do you keep in touch or how you met or anything?’

~asked by @holding-infinity-and-a-book

This question was originally submitted by @holding-infinity-and-a-book (hope you like it doe)

Radha: What’s it like, you ask? Its like a dive off a cliff, but you aren’t looking for the twigs and rocks, you are looking for the air and breeze, you aren’t listening to the wind moving around you like whips, you are listening to your laughter eloping with the birds like lost lovers. It’s not the fall, its the falling. I am so oblivious to rock bottom that I keep falling into him further and deeper. There is no Rock bottom. For some he is the April heat, to some November Breeze, but to me he is air.

 He left too early for anyone’s liking, he was so young. He had taken his time to talk to everyone, hug them, reassure them, he did the same for me but the one thing he didn’t do was say good bye. He had walked his unique merry walk besides his brother’s sturdy ones and walked out of Vrindavan. I was hurt, that would be an understatement. 

Years later, while I was still too young to walk around the village without my father’s permission, I decided I’d rather walk with the monsoon wind. I ran away. Barsana’s water grew bitter just like the people but the sweet source had left vrindavan years ago. When my father’s water pot became unbearable, I ran for the lost source. 

The city wasn’t very strange, a few friends helped me settle. Find a job, a place. But I found home months later in the parking lot of a supermarket. He laughed while I almost cried, but when i did, I didn't cry alone. I was finally in the arms of home. I was mesmerized by how much he had grown, but in that moment I also realized, why he never said goodbye.

After a few months I found an apartment in the quitter part of the city, nearer to the nursing home I work at. Krishna isn't constant. He walks in my apartment on Friday nights the way sunlight sneaks past the curtain into the room in the morning, but is also gone by Monday mornings like a blanket snatched away on a cold November night.

He is all over the internet. From shady articles to blogs owned my teenagers. When a 16 year old overturns an entire business empire owned by none other than his own uncle, the story is bound to take the internet by storm. But the real gold was not just his intellect, it was him. Somehow, interestingly, the flood of boys and girls with their attention, love and glamor, didn’t seem to bother Kanha. He still finds his peace in a bowl of makhan.

He makes fun of me every chance he gets, teases me, annoys me. I write poems and he laughs a my typos. Have I talked about the time he put bugs in my hair while we were sitting in my garden? or the time he didn’t show up for 2 weeks straight? Some times he makes me so blue, but when I’d ask him “do you even love me?” he would look at me with his dazzling eyes, his sight piercing so deep in me, how did anything else ever even exist? He’d say “ Radhe, you are asking me if I breathe?”

Karna : Mitra, is more than a friend.

It's trust. It's trust in someone that they care about you, they respect you. That whatever happens, they will be by your side, and you will be by theirs.

It's devotion, being so dedicated to someone you are willing to neglect their flaws. Their mistakes are your mistakes and no matter what happens, you will always support them.

It's adoration. It's knowing that someone appreciates you, for you. That even if all material possessions were stripped away, they would still appreciate you.

Mitra is a bond. And this platonic bond is no less than any romantic ones.

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Duryodhan:  

 To lie with you in the battle field, to lie there forever and let time yield

 You are on my side in every war, But will never know, how much I adore.

 For I have in you my faith, Oh Mitra, You can ask my wraith

 I call you mitra because you know what it means i don't care and let people intervene.

Abhimanyu: Apparently the reason why pita shri is not able to reply to this ask is because he is busy bonding with Uttara over some classical music and dance. 

*signs*