Vrindavan ki ek behad khubsurat aur jaduie raat ki. Poora aasmaan taaron ki chamak se jagmaga raha tha aur aasmaan mein poora chaand (full moon) apni dhoodh jaisi safed roshni bikhair raha tha. Charo taraf ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur divyata thi.

Is khubsurat mahaul mein, Nidhi Van ke ek kone mein, sugandhit phoolon aur chamakte hue lotus (kamal) ke beech Shri Krishna aur Radha Rani ek doosre ke behad paas baithe hue the. Krishna ji ka neela svaroop us chandni raat mein aur bhi jyada manmohak lag raha tha. Unhone apne sir par ek sundar mukut pehna tha, jisme chamakta hua mor pankh (peacock feather) laga hua tha.

Krishna ji ne jaise hi apni baansuri (flute) ko apne hothon se lagaya, Radha Rani ne dheere se apna sir unke kandhe par rakh diya. Radha ji ne ek behad pyari pink aur gold rang ki lehenga-choli pehni hui thi, aur unka chehra prem aur shanti se chamak raha tha.

Krishna ji ki baansuri se jaise hi pehli dhun nikli, poori prakriti jaise jhoom uthi. Havayein dheere-dheere chalne lagin, phoolon se khushboo aane lagi, aur aasmaan ke baadal bhi unke is pavitra prem ko dekhkar khushi se jhoomne lage. Radha ji ne apni aankhein band kar li aur us dhun mein poori tarah kho gayin. Unke liye us samay sansar ki koi aur cheez mayne nahi rakhti thi—bas Krishna ki baansuri, chaand ki roshni aur unka ye amar prem tha.

Yeh koi mamooli prem nahi tha, yeh do jism aur ek jaan ki dastaan thi, jo sadiyon se chali aa rahi hai aur hamesha amar rahegi.