The eternal love story

He is joy. He is bliss. He is all mischief. That’s Krishna, the makkhan chor. Close your eyes and you will picture a playful Krishna sitting in front of a pot full of freshly churned butter, his little hands digging into the pot and his face smeared with makkhan. Our life is a churning process. With so many activities and events happening around us our mind is being churned. And what comes out of this is the sainthood within us. And Krishna steals this butter, this saintliness. Butter is the final outcome of spoilt milk. Likewise our mind has also reached its final state that is not hard which Krishna loves to steal.


She is married. She has a family. She has her mundane activities to do. She is Radha. Radha means longing, longing for someone else, longing for the Divine, longing for Love. Radha is said to be nine years older that Krishna. Have you noticed that if there is no longing there is no love? Longing was born first and then it gives birth to love. Radha, longing was born first and then was Krishna, love. If there is love there is longing and if there is longing there is love. Radhas name is always taken before Krishnas. Radhe Shyam, Radhe Govind.


He mesmerizes her with his enchanting flute. Krishna is so deeply in love with Radha that he plays the flute for her and only her. The flute is hollow and empty with seven holes. When you blow air in it and let it pass out from the right holes melody is created. Similarly our body has seven chakras. If we let our bodies be hollow and empty He can blow through us. Krishna is ready to do anything for us if we become hollow and empty. Be the murali, be the flute.