Old letter #1
Dear Krishna,
As I think of you now, how many others would be thinking of you , in different parts of the world.. I wonder who that person in some lone island was , who Googled your name. Or that woman in Ireland, who went walking across the moors , and came home to make you a garland of wild flowers.
Closer home, I wonder what DP, or ILWK or LUEN would be doing now..Strangers all, yet we all share a common relationship with you . And we all claim that you are ours , and you are an expert in making us believe so too ..( I don't know why I felt so, way back when I wrote this . He does that maybe once in a blue moon ) .
It feels strange though , when people think that all this is about religion; when they ask ' Oh, you are quite religious , then?' . They couldn't be more wrong .
You , dearest Madhava , are our father, brother , friend , lover, master, guide, protector, son..playing a different role according to how your devotee sees you.
For me, Krishna.. Well, I cannot think of my life without you .
Yours forever,
Lost Gopi
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