#mod radha

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To Rukmini: how do you deal with Krishna?🙃

Rukmini: *sitting there trying to find her one favorite kajal as distinct sounds of krishna running with about 29 other kids and fighting over "ok MY TURN" something. You would catch an occasional "MOVE I'M GAY" "Pita ji do mine next" as you observe ruk desperately running her memory ot where she saw krishna last as she fails to find her kajal, she is visibly distressed* I'm sorry you are saying?

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To Karna: What do you think of Dushashan?

Karna: I don't

I have better things to do *goes back to making playlists for duryodhan*

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‘Krishna, could you talk a bit more about Radha?

Do you keep in touch or how you met or anything?’

~asked by @holding-infinity-and-a-book

Radha: apparently he is too busy picking the right flowers for Arjuna’s bath anyway 

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{To Krishna (and Radha if she wants) Could you tell us a bit more about you two? What kind of relationship do you two have, your past, any 21st century ideas…anything. I just really love your chemistry}

This question was originally submitted by @holding-infinity-and-a-book (hope you like it doe)

Radha: What’s it like, you ask? Its like a dive off a cliff, but you aren’t looking for the twigs and rocks, you are looking for the air and breeze, you aren’t listening to the wind moving around you like whips, you are listening to your laughter eloping with the birds like lost lovers. It’s not the fall, its the falling. I am so oblivious to rock bottom that I keep falling into him further and deeper. There is no Rock bottom. For some he is the April heat, to some November Breeze, but to me he is air.

 He left too early for anyone’s liking, he was so young. He had taken his time to talk to everyone, hug them, reassure them, he did the same for me but the one thing he didn’t do was say good bye. He had walked his unique merry walk besides his brother’s sturdy ones and walked out of Vrindavan. I was hurt, that would be an understatement. 

Years later, while I was still too young to walk around the village without my father’s permission, I decided I’d rather walk with the monsoon wind. I ran away. Barsana’s water grew bitter just like the people but the sweet source had left vrindavan years ago. When my father’s water pot became unbearable, I ran for the lost source. 

The city wasn’t very strange, a few friends helped me settle. Find a job, a place. But I found home months later in the parking lot of a supermarket. He laughed while I almost cried, but when i did, I didn't cry alone. I was finally in the arms of home. I was mesmerized by how much he had grown, but in that moment I also realized, why he never said goodbye.

After a few months I found an apartment in the quitter part of the city, nearer to the nursing home I work at. Krishna isn't constant. He walks in my apartment on Friday nights the way sunlight sneaks past the curtain into the room in the morning, but is also gone by Monday mornings like a blanket snatched away on a cold November night.

He is all over the internet. From shady articles to blogs owned my teenagers. When a 16 year old overturns an entire business empire owned by none other than his own uncle, the story is bound to take the internet by storm. But the real gold was not just his intellect, it was him. Somehow, interestingly, the flood of boys and girls with their attention, love and glamor, didn’t seem to bother Kanha. He still finds his peace in a bowl of makhan.

He makes fun of me every chance he gets, teases me, annoys me. I write poems and he laughs a my typos. Have I talked about the time he put bugs in my hair while we were sitting in my garden? or the time he didn’t show up for 2 weeks straight? Some times he makes me so blue, but when I’d ask him “do you even love me?” he would look at me with his dazzling eyes, his sight piercing so deep in me, how did anything else ever even exist? He’d say “ Radhe, you are asking me if I breathe?”

My days pass through him, my nights pass through him. I guess it’s true, I live through him.

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Duryodhana, Karna, what does Mitra mean?

Karna : Mitra, is more than a friend.

It's trust. It's trust in someone that they care about you, they respect you. That whatever happens, they will be by your side, and you will be by theirs.

It's devotion, being so dedicated to someone you are willing to neglect their flaws. Their mistakes are your mistakes and no matter what happens, you will always support them.

It's adoration. It's knowing that someone appreciates you, for you. That even if all material possessions were stripped away, they would still appreciate you.

Mitra is a bond. And this platonic bond is no less than any romantic ones.

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Duryodhan:  

 To lie with you in the battle field, to lie there forever and let time yield

 You are on my side in every war, But will never know, how much I adore.

 For I have in you my faith, Oh Mitra, You can ask my wraith

 I call you mitra because you know what it means i don't care and let people intervene.

 Mitra, I only call you, for now and forever And no one has to know why, ever... ever

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Rukmini- choose between radha, draupadi and satyabhama to be your partner in crime ;)

Satyabhama. No second thoughts. When you have THE QUEEN with you, why go else where? Besides, Draupadi is a busy women. She is almost always bust trying to manage 'damage control' for whatever Abhimanyu, Sutasom or the rest of her children caused. I never got to meet Radha. She seems like a fun women from what I have heard from the songs and ballads. I can only get a smile from Krishna whenever I mention her. I have Satya with me almost all the time. This one time I was craving out of season fruits at 3 in the night and all I had to do was knock her door. Let's just say we didn't let any of the kitchen staff sleep that night.

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Arjun, where is your quality father-daughter bonding time with uttara? (What i am saying is you should immediately have some)

Abhimanyu: Apparently the reason why pita shri is not able to reply to this ask is because he is busy bonding with Uttara over some classical music and dance. 

*signs*

He really can get everyone simping for him.