As the bluish hue of dawn
Looks her glimpses into the
Somber face of yamuna
O krishna! Radha weeps
For there has come another
Long Weary day without you
O krishna! Radha weeps
For due to her silly chores
She missed out on your call
She missed to drink the magic tonight
As the bluish hue of dawn
Turns into the pale light of day
O krishna! Radha hides her tears
And fills her vessels with water
For there has come another
Long Weary day without you
O krishna!
O krishna!
O krishna
Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.
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