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Sacred Whispers 🌠



It was a full moon night. Cool breeze danced through the trees. The moon’s silvery glow kissed the leaves, and the crystal-blue river mirrored the stillness of the sky.

Vedehi sat by the riverbank, lost in thought. Her eyes rested on the moon’s luminous face. Her ears were tuned to the gentle whispers of flowing water.

Inside her, a storm brewed.

Her outer world was preparing for a wedding she never agreed to — new jewelry, new clothes, grand celebrations, sweet dishes, fake smiles. But her inner world longed for something deeper. Something true. She found the noise around her hollow, and the idea of marriage a gentle death of her freedom.

She had come to the river seeking silence — her only refuge. To her, the moon was Krishna’s gaze. The breeze, his soft touch. The river, his quiet voice.

Her heart and soul had already surrendered to Krishna. But the world had no eyes to see that.

As she sat in stillness, a soft voice stirred the air:
“Your bond with me is eternal, sacred, and endless.”

Startled, Vedehi stood up, her eyes scanning the riverbank. No one was there.

But something in her heart shifted.

A quiet sensation bloomed in her chest, like a note of music only the soul could hear.
And she knew —
It was Krishna.
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