#radhika

The sun was low, painting the Yamunā’s waters gold, and the air smelled of fresh grass and fragrant kadamba flowers. The gopīs were laughing and talking, brushing the dust from their ghāghrās after the day’s tiring chores, when a new figure appeared among them. She was radiant, her every movement gentle and meek, every glance shy yet full of a hidden soul fire.

Krishna, in the form of a gopi, moved among them, his eyes twinkling with mischief. The gopīs felt a strange tug at their hearts, a mixture of delight and bewilderment. Something about this maiden was different…more luminous, more enchanting than any of them could describe. They whispered to each other, trying to guess her name, their voices soft with curiosity.

Krishna mimicked the gentle gestures of the gopīs, the sway of the ghāghrā, the tilt of the head, and yet there was an otherworldly grace that none of them could imitate. Every small movement; the brush of a hand, the lift of a foot, made the gopīs’ hearts flutter. Some giggled nervously, some felt a sudden shyness, and some could hardly contain the longing in their eyes.

“Who is she?” one gopi murmured, and in that question, Krishna delighted. He had hidden himself in plain sight, yet even in disguise, he could not hide the love and sweetness that radiated from his being.

The gopīs began to gather closer, enchanted by the new maiden. They admired her delicate movements, the gentle way she twirled a strand of her hair, the soft laugh that floated like the music of the Yamunā itself. “She moves as if the river itself dances with her,” one whispered. Another nodded, cheeks flushed, “And yet… there is something familiar. Something I cannot name.”

Krishna, in his playful disguise, let his eyes sparkle mischievously as he joined in their chatter. He mirrored their laughter, leaned in when they spoke, and even shyly accepted small compliments about his… or rather, her grace. Each interaction wove a web of joy, curiosity, and subtle longing. The gopīs were entranced, their hearts beating faster, their senses alight with delight at this mysterious companion.

Some tried to match her movements in dance, spinning and stepping lightly as she did, only to feel their feet falter and their hearts stir in inexplicable ways. Krishna’s subtle laughter rang out like a bell, though his disguise kept the source a secret. Every glance and gesture seemed to carry a divine tease, drawing the gopīs into a deeper, unspoken bhava.

As Surya’s golden light deepened into a warm evening glow, a hush fell over the grove. Among the gopīs appeared Radha, her presence luminous and soothing, yet her eyes quickened with a knowing anticipation. Krishna, sensing the moment, allowed the veil of illusion to shimmer and dissolve. Slowly, his true form emerged, radiant and dark, eyes sparkling with infinite love and mischief.

Radha’s gaze met his, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause. She smiled, a mixture of wonder and gentle reproach. “So it was you,” she said softly, her voice carrying the sweetness of a thousand songs. The gopīs gasped in awe, realization dawning upon them. The playful maiden who had enchanted their hearts all afternoon was none other than Krishna himself.

SHRI RADHIKA 🌺

8/2/26.

Carla J. Easton is a Glasgow based musician who has been at it for 30 years. She's played as a member of Poster Paints and Lovechild. Her music was front and center in the band Ette. She's worked closely with Paul Kelly (The Martial Arts) over the years.

"I Think That I MIght Love You" was announced as her "guitar" record that was a "pop album at heart." Those two descriptions plus the fact that Monorail had an exclusive made me pre-order the LP along with Radhika and Rose McDowell. That package finally arrived a couple of weeks ago, and I've had time to digest all the LPs thoroughly.

I will readily admit that had I been able to listen to the entire LP, I don't think I would have bought "I Think That I Might Love You". I like it well enough, but I wouldn't exactly call it a guitar record. It's definitely a pop record (with assists from many musicians including Paul Kelly, Stevie Jackson of Belle and Sebastian).

Even if it was for 5 minutes.

I begged them to let me see, touch, talk to my love but they couldn't let me in on their little secret.

So I pretended to play, and convinced them to let me meet my love when intoxicated enough to forget them,

But it was enough,

Enough to linger and dream about.

I may forget when I wake up but I would know that my nights won't be lonely and my dreams always vivid.

I took my chance and took the bait,

Tried my best to not get intoxicated, so I could remember their shadow,

To recognise it when it falls next to mine.

I pleaded and begged,