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harinishivaa · 1 month

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Hari- the Eternal Source

śaṃkara uvāca | trayī sāṃkhyavedāṃtayogāḥ purāṇaṃ tathā pañcarātraṃ prabho dharmaśāstram | tavaivātimāhātmyamekasya nityaṃ prakārairanekairhi gāyaṃti bhaktyā || 3 ||

tvadeveśa śāstrāṇi caitāni bhūmno babhūvustvadekāśrayāṇyādikalpe | ramāsevyapādāmbujaṃ śāstrayoniṃ tamādyaṃ bhavantaṃ bhaje vāsudevam || 4 ||

Śaṅkara said:

3. O Lord! The Three Vedas, Sāṅkhya, Vedānta, Yoga, Purāṇa, Pāñcarātra as well as Dharmaśāstra—all these devoutly sing in various ways the supreme majestic glory of yours alone.

4. In the first Kalpa (Ādi-Kalpa), it is from you, the great one, alone that these Śāstras were born and they have you as their only resort, O Sovereign Lord. I betake myself to you and worship you, the Primordial One whose lotus-feet are served by Ramā, who are the source of the origin of Śāstras.

(Taken from Wisdom Library )

This is a small portion of Chapter 15 of Vaasudeva Mahatmya from Skanda Purana. The essence of these verses is to talk of how Vishnu is every little and every big thing in this Universe.

There is a constant struggle about whether the Puranas are right or not, through things I have read, that contradict with what I have learned as a child, which clash with some beliefs even- and it is actually very true that they have been interpolated heavily, over the years.

That is why, the first basis of reference and understanding comes from Itihaasa- that which has happened. There are two Itihaasas or epics in Sanatana Dharma, Valmiki Ramayana and Mahabharata. Of course, Harivamsa is included in this list, as it is a khila of the Mahabharata itself.

It sounds a bit crazy when I speak of how Itihaasas come first and yet I posted something from a Purana, does it not? Well, the reason for it is to remind people that Shastras originated from the ParaBrahman- be they Vedas, Upanishads, Itihaasas, Puranas and various other works. And every form of ParaBrahman are the origin of such, based on how one's own Ishta/Aaradhya.

Many months ago, I had asked if I should post something on Sanatana, and finally, I got the time to start. As always, I wondered where to start, and this specific tab was open. Hari, as always, gave me an indication.

I will be much more consistent with posting henceforth, so expect interpretations, rants, aesthetics, story snippets and so on to be shared.

@thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krsnaradhika @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list.

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krsnaradhika · 3 months

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Golden, milky, soft radiance. Eyes like the universe, they call her the siren princess. The king found her in a majestic lotus. She's come from the azure oceans to rob a handsome cowherd from his sleep. Never has misfortune touched where her shadows fall. The dagger beneath the folds of her skin— oh, it's her wit. She has seen the self proclaimed emperor create pawns in her loved ones. The gliding movements as she slips through the fingers of one and all, she's time and timeless.

The earth-goddess. The curst gem’s heiress. The warrior princess turned queen. When Bhama walks her abode, the earth is an embrace. Her bosom. She fancies cradling her babies, abundant patience manifested. The soil up your arms and in your nails, these are her kisses. These fragrant flowers and leaves and misty grasses, this petrichor is her. Everytime you strut barefoot on shores, she sings to you in ghostly brontides.

The wayward princess of the greens. The beasts bow to her commands, they are her playmates. You hear the daughter of Jambavan laugh in the way the winds whisper and the leaves rustle in the jungle. Their cries are an invitation for her to join them still, but the personification of victory is long lost in the viridescent peacock feathers. She refuses to bid adieu to her beloved, like that stubborn tendril fondling her blue water lily visage. He charms all, she bewitches him.

Father's darling, father's mirror. Death's twin, justice is her kin. The ferocity of the solar god poured in a suave maiden of liberation. Yamuna rushes always, in the ears, even if never in sight. Dark, beautiful, beguiling Yamuna. You cannot deny her allure. She's too enticing, like a mother. Like a magician. She's stolen her complexion from sobbing rain clouds. The turbulent waves are only an inch of the fury she's capable of, but you only ever find her frolicking her own banks in childlike zest to the tunes of a flute that call for her.

#my take on first four of thr Ashtabharyas #will do for the rest of them too #i and my bestie were trying on eldritch divinity so you can imagine what all it took me to not make them cutu pookie bears #my big sisters y'all #krishnablr #krishna #ashtabharya #rukmini #satyabhama #jambavati #kalindi #yamuna #gopiblr #kanha

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sambhavami · 5 months

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Yamuna 💙

#krishna #hindu mythology #original artwork #art #digital painting #yamuna #kalindi #desi tumblr #mahabharat #shri krishna

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haribolnamaste · 1 month

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Lotus Feet

#krishna #krsna #lotusfeet #vrindavan #yamuna #bhakti #bhaktiyoga #yoga #prema #longings #rasa #shelter #meditation #heart #heartofmyheart #life and soul

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inc0rrectmyths · 8 months

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Yamuna and Styx BFF headcanons pls?

OMG YES SURE!

UNHINGED UNHINGED UNHINGED. INCOHERENT SCREAMING AND MANIAC CRY LAUGHING.

Gossip girlies. They just gossip about all the other river besties.

Ganga and Lethe aka their gfs are tired.

"I HATE YOU" Styx 🤝 "I LOVE YOU TOO! " Yamuna.

Yamuna is the slightly caring one. She kinda looks after Styx's careless ass.

Ganga and Lethe weren't really close. But Yamuna and Styx MADE SURE they become besties too.

Brahmaputra, Satluj, Godavari, Narmada, Acheron, Phlegethon and Cocytus can't deal with their shit anymore.

Golden retriever Yamuna with black cat Styx.

#yamuna and styx brotp #yamuna #styx #hindu mythology #greek mythology #headcanons

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arjuna-vallabha · 2 years

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Krishna Temple at Hadigaun, Krishna icon with Ganga and Yamuna, Kathmandu, Nepal, photos by Rajesh Dhungana

#Krishna #Hindu Temple #Nepal #deities #vaishnavism #Ganga #Yamuna

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walkingshoes009 · 1 year

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Vishwanath Temple The Vishwanath Temple is located in the town of Gupatakashi in Rudraprayag district and is visited by many devotees all-round the year. The whole district of Rudraprayag in Uttarakhand is named because of the presence of the numerous temples of Lord Shiva or Lord Rudra there and among these the Gupatakashi Vishwanath Temple is one of the prominent ones. The Vishwanath Temple in Guptakashi has a stark visual similarity with the Kashi Vishwanath Temple of the holy city of Varanasi. This may be the reason for the similarity between the names of the two temples. Aside this, the Vishwanath Temple is also part of the Rudra temple conglomerate of Rudraprayag that conjures up the temple chain of Panch Kedars and the Chota Kedarnath. The mythological significance of the Vishwanath Temple is quite high as according to the mythical legends, this is the place where Lord Shiva proposed Lady Parvati for marriage. The Vishwanath Temple is one of the architectural marvel of the region. The high towered Vishwanath Temple is situated in the interior of Guptkashi about 1 KM walk from the center. The scenery of the temple is magnificent with the backdrop of Chaukhamba snowcapped high mountains. The main sanctum of the Vishwanath Temple houses the androgynous form of Lord Shiva, the Ardhanarishwara and his consort Lady Parvati. The idols if Kaal Bhairava and Nandi is also present in the temple. In Vishwanath Temple complex a small pond called the Manikarnika Kund, in front of the temple gate, a Shiva-linga is bathed by two springs, representing the rivers Ganges and Yamuna. The Yamuna spring water go out from a goumukh (nose in the shape of a cow’s mouth) and the Ganga spring flows through trunk of an elephant strategically placed above the linga. . . . . . #vishwanath #temple #guptkashi #kedarnath #uttarakhand #india #rohitgpt009 #hindu #sanatandharma #sanatani #sanatan #religious #ganga #yamuna #gangotri #yamunotri #holywater #indianculture #sabhyata #mandir (at Vishwanath Temple) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpKGdYLPurf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nuancedcreation · 7 months

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Vallabhacharya's Vision on the Bank of the Yamuna

Nathdwara, Rajasthan; Circa 1850 Source: Christie's

"Opaque pigments heightened with gold on paper, the holy man sits on a white mat trimmed with gold, his face with a gold halo, Krishna as Shri Nathji appears before him together with Balarama and another infant, peacocks and peahens around, surrounded by luxuriant trees inhabited with birds, the silver Yamuna in the foreground, in trimmed yellow borders"

#Hinduism #Rajasthan #Art #Vallabhacharya #Nathdwara #Yamuna #Shrinathji #Srinathji #Indic art #indian art #miniature #personal archive

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vizthedatum · 10 months

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two fish swimming free

Did I compare my eponymously named girlfriend (of roughly 5ish months) and me to the Ganga (Ganges) and the Yamuna rivers in the most romantic way last week (well at least as much as I could muster given my fatigue and illness)?

Yeah, I did.

The South Asians and many spiritual people know how significant that is.

It will be our six-month soon.

Life has been really really hard. We both pulled each other out of the water so many times. We have both made mistakes. We have both seen and been grief.

And I've secretly loved them (been drawn to them) for years.

I know that people judge me for getting into a relationship so quickly. We're both poly and incredibly expansive - we are able to simultaneously feel so many emotions all at once. Isn't it overwhelming but maybe we wouldn't have it any other way?

Our intersection was divinely timed, in my opinion.

I know that many people were hesitant - we're both unhinged autists (and it's fucking awesome (but also difficult all at the same time) haha).

Will it last? Who cares - life is too short, and we are trying not to hurt each other. Authenticity and care are all we want.

Back then, I honestly wasn't expecting to be in a relationship so fast - I resisted it, even though I was dating other people.

She was always someone who I would take seriously. My ex/spouse knew (maybe not to this extent) that I was drawn to them - almost magnetic... I didn't even care about partnership - I just wanted to be their friend. They are so cool to me.

When they came to my door in January, I was in the middle of massive MASSIVE grief and a huge sexual rampage. And trying to find a job. And trying to take care of myself the best I can. (Of course, I get to heal how I want - and I really really tried to be ethical about it even though I know I inevitably caused hurt)

What does one do when an absolute angel shows up at your door? And then proceeds to show you who they are, over time, through so many states? And trusts you? And doesn't judge you? And is blunt and honest with you?

The trust was so... powerful. When I came home from a couple trips (and significant revelations about myself and relationships) in March - I couldn't wait - I told her that we were partners under the full moon. I knew absolutely even in the midst of absolute chaos: figuring out if my "best friend" was really a friend, waiting to hear back from a series of interviews, grieving my breakup with my ex/spouse so much so much so much, bruises on my chest (consensually given and extremely wanted) from a casual sexual partner of mine, trying to date her husband (a bad idea from the both of us) and realizing that he's an absolute asshole who I never want to see again, breaking my own heart so badly even though I got myself into a very immature mess because I desperately wanted to be wanted last year (I guess I don't really regret any of it even though I'd approach it all differently now), being berated by my landlady, finally just making swimming a way of life again, etc.

Seeing her grow to be vulnerable and empowered, day by day.... is an absolute gift. I am so proud of them. Seeing her fill herself and take a stand is STRENGTH.

She saw me broken and still thought I was powerful.

She took care of me in ways that I will always be grateful for.

And while I have verbally expressed all that to them in various ways - I have a much better letter written in my head.

I can't wait to write it and read it to them soon.

I love you @writtenxrecords <3

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infantisimo · 9 months

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#dilli #yamuna

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krsnaradhika · 1 year

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Yamuna x Kanha

Yamuna had seen it all.

From the princess of Surya-loka, to the ascetic lass who wandered in and around the verdant forests that besieged her banks where settled a village of cowherds. Kalindi was death's twin, the daughter of the solar god, and a darling younger sister to the god of justice. Once bedecked in all fineries and jewels and celebrated amongst her devotees for her piety, she was now draped in a garb meant for unmarried women though saffron in hue, rudrakshas and jasmine blooms sitting in wreaths and garlands on her slender physique. Her jet black tresses mostly were held back in a bun, a fallacy that kept unwanted attention away when she pulled up the farce of being ordinary and roamed among her children.

An immortal goddess, the one who was foolish enough to abandon the riches and go after a lord whom she had once fallen for, they would say. She was as chaotic and pervasive as her waters were, flooding and bringing destruction when even attempted to be dishonoured. Her complexion resembled that of the butter thief lad who played the flute with the other rustic boys and had long relinquished the vraja she poured life into. Yamuna had not stopped him, she couldn't, but aeons first and now years of wait and agitation told her that she probably should have.

"Jiji, why don't you just tell him?" Nasatya had frowned, enthroning his head on her lap, a distinct melancholy in his almond eyes that resembled hers. "Besides, had he really cared…he would have come to you by now."

"Hush, munchkin!" She chuckled, a great distraction to her lovelorn heart as the elder of her twin baby brothers pouted at the address. "You must not speak of him thus. We are not having this discussion."

"But—"

"Shh! I am not coming back, and you know it." She staunchly shook her head and brushed her alta-smeared lotus palms over his eyes, a gesture for him to rest them shut. "Moreover, I am here because I want to. He is nowhere to be held responsible for my whims and resolve."

And of course, he didn't have to. Love isn't always returned now, is it?

"Even if it would take another lifetime, I'd be unbudged," she says, "I'd give you all of me and all that I can offer, darling. But alas, it's only this heart that I had a right on, and you have it now.

Neither golds and silvers, nor silks weaved brocade and tapestry. Only I come to you, would you still want me?"

Maybe Nasatya was right. Maybe Dasra would be upset with her for another millennium. Perhaps Surya would no longer hold her close to his heart and shower her with unbridled love. Probably Sangya and Chhaya were more than appalled, she had agonised them more than they deserved. And Shani…well, he did have a temper but a cute one. But he did go on and around visiting her once in a while; bringing berries sometimes, bouquets the other. He too, had been impishly outraged by the sheer audacity. But who was she fraught with? The art of exasperating people had to be the loveliest of all!

"It's all that I had ever desired, beloved." She finds her Kanhaai speaking from beside, their hands intertwined as he brings them to his lips and kisses her knuckles, and the back of her palm, her forehead and her heated jaws and fuchsia tinted cheeks. The peacock feather tucked in his diadem lilts with his heart where she resides. The Shrivatsa insignia gleams in exuberance. SangyaNandini giggles at the funny feeling which somersaults in her tummy, leaning and basking against the warmth his mere presence itself effortlessly exudes as they saunter into the territory of Khandava.

"Oh yes? But I had butter for you. You know, I thought it had to be the condition of espousing you."

"Really, Yamunae! Where?!"

Yamuna laughs, yet again. And Madhava looks at her for a moment, adoring the smile that had her bimba like lips stretching from ear to ear. He tugs at her veil mischievously and deliberately, demanding, "Maakhan, Priyae! Where is it?"

"Oh well you see—" She makes an utterly naive face and points at her lips, where she does have some traces of the butter she had received from her devotee as an affectionate offering. Kalindi's Keshava raises an eyebrow, leans and seeks consent before capturing them in a soft kiss that grows passionate with each passing moment and cradles her, so full of love and yearning - the feeling which once gnawed at her. She feels his midnight black curls against her fingers as they roam around in them, desperately clinging to him, and yet blushing tomatoes at the act.

They cross the rest of the distance with her in his robust arms, swayed off her feet quite literally.

#yamuna #yami #kalindi #krishna #krishnablr #kanha #ashtabharya #krishna x yamuna #desiblr #i was blushing too #not just yamuna maharani #dhruvi writes

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sambhavami · 7 months

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Ehi Murare - Kalindi (Part 4)

A cool stroke of wind awoke Kalindi from her meditation. She looked up at the sky. The sun's rays were askew, seemingly concentrated on a point a little while away. She sighed. The river was still flowing as usual. Unable to concentrate, she threw herself into the cool waters. Washing her matted locks, she looked up at the sun again. Why wasn't he smiling down at her today? She felt as though the sun was saying something, nudging her almost. Shrugging the thought away, she sat at the edge of the riverbed, washing away the dust of the sandy beach- a futile task.

Kalindi had resided in the small hut by the river for as long as she could remember. Her earliest memory was that of a sage feeding her payasam. To this day, she wasn't sure if the old man had cooked it for her himself or if he had begged for it in the city somewhere. She had been around ten years of age at that time. She had no memories of her life before that time. The kind, old sage had found her floating in the river Yamuna and brought her home. He was the one who had named her Kalindi, after the river itself. After his death Kalindi has continued living in the same hut, living a quiet life, but nothing ever had felt natural to her. She had always felt separate from the rest of the world around her, finding solace only in the dark, playful water of the river Yamuna.

The only thing she remembered very clearly before waking up in the sage's arms, was a promise. Someone had told her they loved her. She was supposed to wait for them. The sage had tried very hard to get her married. Every Sunday, he would line up suitors before her hut. Even though she was grateful for his efforts, Kalindi always found the idea of marriage repulsive and turned down all the expectant young men. Finally, the sage had given up when she had turned twenty. All her friends were now married, and mostly mothers. Any time they visited their homes, they would be sure to pay a visit to their crazy, spinster friend, and Kalindi always made sure to keep heaps of sweets for their children. They would always end up berating her for not marrying, and yet she was their refuge when they had to vent about their stressed married lives. Even women married into their village saw her as a confidante and often came to sleep off their tempers in her humble abode whenever they fought with their husbands. Kalindi found herself endlessly amused by the ironies that surrounded her, but still felt an acute emptiness within her heart.

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Today, as she splashed the waters of the river absentmindedly, she felt a strange detachment from this ever-flowing stream. Something in her felt like it had snapped. As long as she could remember, Kalindi had been tied to this stream. The people of her village worshipped her as the river Goddess, but hardly anyone had spotted the sadness in its pitch-black waters. It wasn't as though she had stopped getting unwanted propositions from men even as her father had given up, on occasion she had had to physically fend off the especially stubborn suitors, some of them her friends' husbands! How much longer do I wait, she asked the midday sun again, which had always seemed like a second father to her. Kalindi had always been able to see directly into the sun without blinking or hurting her eyes. While she had mostly used it as a party trick through most of her childhood, as she had grown she had come to ponder upon this unusual talent of hers.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up. Two men stood on the bank of the river, laughing at some inside joke. She immediately recognized the taller of the two, and a warm glow of happiness rippled through her heart. It was as if a curtain of fog had just been torn apart. She stood dumbfounded, watching the men unload their royal-looking jewellery and dive happily into the water. How could she have forgotten that face? That beautiful dark face surrounded by those dark blue curls? Now that she had seen it, memories came flooding back to her. The day he was born, his father had carried him across the river; she had been there then. Then, she had been born. Oh, how she remembered now! She looked up once more at the sun, in her mind she saw her old room, in the house of Sun himself, as if in a previous life, her twin brother laughing. Twin? The God of Death! How he used to cry in her arms when their stepmother would mistreat them. She remembered how scared they both were of their father. She also remembered her other brother; Manu, the father of mankind! When he had died, she had sent him off, and her brother had received him! How could she have forgotten the aeons of laughter and tears?! And, the boy who played his intoxicating flute at this same riverbank! Oh, how often had she watched from a distance as he frolicked with his friends! To her, now, it seemed like a bare instant ago, when she had seen him dancing on the hoods of the multi-headed serpent!

She remembered how she had clutched his arm tightly and turned him to make him face her, "How much longer till we marry?" She had asked, "You've made me wait for ten years!"

"We are only ten years old! What will the people say? At least let's grow up first! Go meditate or something, gosh!" The boy had laughed merrily.

Kalindi had cried and cried, and ultimately thrown herself back into the river, in her anger choosing to forget her love, and then she had woken up in a small hut downstream.

It was the same river, just a different bank. The same man, in almost a separate life. The cowherd stood before her in a king's garb. She could barely control herself as she walked towards him almost in a daze. She stared as his expression upon seeing her changed from annoyance to confusion to recognition at last. "You?" He whispered as he swam back to the shore. Kalindi also walked towards him, until they both stood knee-deep in the pulsating water. Krishna spoke to her, his voice still barely a whisper, "Where were you so long? I looked for you everywhere! I called and called and you never answered."

"I-I forgot," was all she could muster. "Where do you live now?" She asked, noting his tanned skin streaked with old battle wounds.

"By the ocean." He answered shakily.

"Cool!" She smirked, "That's where I'm going."

They both broke into nervous laughter. Meanwhile, the other man had also swum out at this point and was staring at them. "A little privacy?" Krishna said to him cheekily. The man immediately turned beet-red and fled the scene at record speed. Kalindi, having recovered somewhat from the shock of remembering four yugas' worth of life in four seconds, laughed sarcastically, "That's Arjuna, right? He came to my ashram yesterday. Wanted to know my purpose on his land. I didn't know you consorted with the likes of him. Gosh, are you a royal guard now?!"

"Yamune," Krishna complained, "You know who and what I am. Don't mind Arjuna though, he has a good heart, only a bit slow on the uptake. I have to sing entire songs just to make him pay attention to anything important I say! Anyway, what is your purpose here?"

"Penance." Kalindi smiled, lowering her head.

Krishna smiled, "Penance? What for?" Kalindi blushed and looked down at her toes, gently ruffling the sand under her feet. "Well, you." She whispered.

"Me? What did I do?" Krishna looked at her with incredulity.

Kalindi's head shot up. She had always had a sharp tongue, "You complain about your friend, my Lord, but you aren't that fast either are you? Have you married? If so, I pity your wife! Or wives? Honestly, who the hell made you a God? Have you not practised your mind-reading even once since we last met-" Kalindi stopped abruptly. Krishna was already tying one of his pearl necklaces around her neck. Kalindi found herself blushing furiously, as she let herself lean somewhat on his broad shoulders. "Good one," she whispered under her breath. She smiled at him, "How did you know it was me?"

"I guessed, from how angry you made Arjuna." Krishna laughed, "Not an easy feat, I must say!"

"So you decided the best course of action was to come swim in front of my house. Nice trunks by the way!" Kalindi retorted.

"Please stop!" Krishna said embarrassedly, as he stumbled out of water to change, leaving Kalindi cackling. Seeing her, some of the gathered village women also began cheering and hooting, as Krishna tried to pick up all his stuff and move. "This is all your fault you know! You could've just made an appointment with me. No! You thought the best course of action was...whatever this is!" Kalindi laughed, thoroughly enjoying Krishna's embarrassment.

"Will you stop laughing and help me here? I said I'll marry you. We just got engaged, technically!" Krishna pleaded with her.

Kalindi continued laughing, "See, Mister, I still remember what you did to those gopis!" She turned to the crowd of women that had gathered, "He stole all of their clothes! While they were bathing! This is retribution, and you brought it on yourself!"

Krishna shook his head exasperatedly, "Are you trying to get me beat up, Yamune?"

Finally, Yamuna took pity on him, picked up the remaining of his jewellery and ran behind him, but Krishna had already started walking down the riverbank, feigning anger. "Hey," Kalindi called out after him, "Don't you dare ditch me, Krishna! I remember who I am now, I'll drown your friend's kingdom."

"Good," Krishna called back, "Do it, he has a fiery wife who can dry it right up. You two hash it out!"

Yamuna laughed as she ran after him, throwing her arms around his neck. Krishna pulled her up on his back, piggybacking her. She tore one of her beaded necklaces and lovingly tied it around his neck, stealing a kiss as she did so. She did not even care about village wives who stared with such scandalous glares to see a woman, especially a noted ascetic such as her, be so openly romantic with a man. Only one woman whispered as she looked on longingly, "If you know, you know." She had married into the village from Vrindavan.

#krishna #original writing #fanfic #mahabharata #hindu mythology #ashtabharya #Ehi Murare #kalindi #yamuna

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