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Krishna

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She loved this. The breeze caressing her hair, the late evening sunlight kissing her face, the traditional Kerala off white saree with the kasavu border, her ipod playing the songs of her choice… she loved and lived every moment she was spending in the bus. These simple joys were never denied to her, in fact it was a usual thing, except for the saree which she wore only on special occasions.

Today, she was happy for a particular reason, which partially had something to do with her appointment as a junior correspondent with the Bharat Jagaran. Her parents had been delighted and had given her a huge thumbs up when she had shared the news about the offer letter coming in yesterday. They had congratulated her many times because her dream was just coming true. Asha knew a few presents would be delivered to her apartment in a few days’ time, for that was the typical style in which her parents celebrated any achievement of hers.


The reason for her happiness today was that she was en route to visiting her favorite place in all of Delhi. She was looking forward to spending some time with him, the one they called the one whose skin was coloured like the dark rain cloud, the one who was notorious for stealing not only the butter and buttermilk from the pots of the gopikas-the milk maids, but their hearts as well. She smiled as she thought how casually she was talking about him, as if he was her playmate, anyone else would have spoken  of him with much more reverence for he was not he, he was He – Lord Krishna, the one the world called God.

Growing up, she had formed all sorts of relations with Him; in him she had her playmate and friend during childhood, her lover during her teens and also the source of sane advice on matters trivial to crucial. Her family used to be surprised at the deep relation this little girl and her God had, the intimacy was too evident to be overlooked. 

The conductor cleared his throat loudly. Asha had been day dreaming again, she quickly fished out the money from the purse and said “one ticket for ISKCON temple, please”.


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Girls in India are caught in the drift when they reach a particular age. They suddenly face a dilemma as to what to focus on in their life, whether to make a career and ensure a living or to get married and secure their life. Girls who remain single after the so called marriageable age are frowned upon by the society and are considered a burden for their families.

Throughout the month of April, thanks to the AtoZ Challenge, I am trying to portray the life of Asha, a common Indian girl with dreams and aspirations. Everyday we focus on one alphabet starting from A on April 1st till Z on April 30th. Stick with me till the end of the journey and do tell me what you think of my writing and my Asha.



K - Krishna
O - Online?
R - Risks
U - Union

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  1. PhenoMenonApril 12, 2013 at 4:22 PM

    As Krishna himself says... Sab Maya hai !! :)

    PhenoMeonn

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  2. SuzyApril 12, 2013 at 4:37 PM

    Mere to Giridhar Gopal doosro na koi. Lord Krishna has that effect on people. Look forward to the continuation.

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  3. Afshan ShaikApril 12, 2013 at 5:27 PM

    iskon Bangalore ;) ?
    Good going. waiting for next

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    1. Bhavya NApril 13, 2013 at 7:53 PM

      Hey thanks Afshan.. naah, Asha is now in Delhi ;)

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  4. BevimusApril 12, 2013 at 7:03 PM

    Wow. What rich piece this was.

    Thanks so much for your comment, connecting with new bloggers in this challenge has been so exciting. I'm following you now so will definitely be checking back in throughout the month.

    Lovely to meet you!
    Beverly

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    1. Bhavya NApril 13, 2013 at 7:54 PM

      Thanks Beverly, it has been a really wonderful experience for me too... to get to know so many people is fun and a learning experience in itself.
      Thanks for coming by :)

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  5. Tall Girl in Japan April 12, 2013 at 10:15 PM

    Ahh Loved the continuation .. waiting for more !

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  6. UnknownApril 12, 2013 at 10:24 PM

    Waiting for tomorrow's Asha Story :)

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  7. LindaApril 13, 2013 at 1:15 PM

    Thanks for passing by on my blog.
    I can see that you have nice stories too. I'll come again. :)

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  8. Shilpa GargApril 15, 2013 at 4:27 PM

    Aha! Hopping over to the L post to read more!

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