In the land where devotion and love danced together, tales of Lord Krishna and His Gopis resound like timeless hymns. One beautiful day, the Gopis of Vrindavan were all excited over a grand idea. Their hearts, brimming with love for their beloved Krishna, conceived an idea— to cook him a feast.
In the land where devotion and love danced together, tales of Lord Krishna and His Gopis resound like timeless hymns. One beautiful day, the Gopis of Vrindavan were all excited over a grand idea. Their hearts, brimming with love for their beloved Krishna, conceived an idea— to cook him a feast.
Their day began with the rising sun, casting golden hues on the earthen floors of their homes. Completing their daily chores, they kept visualizing Krishna's face, and the celestial smile on it. He is going to be so pleased, they thought. Hours went by, as the Gopis orchestrated an exquisite symphony of spices, fragrances, and flavors. The sacred act of cooking transformed into a meditation; each grain of rice, each vegetable, and each leaf of basil, became an offering of love.
Finally, laden with large ornate vessels that captured not just food but the essence of their soul, the Gopis walked with an air of blissful expectation toward Krishna’s home.
Upon entering, the scene before them was bittersweet. Guests were already in their seats around the grand table, their expressions full of satiated contentment. And there, amidst them all, was Krishna—the axis of their universe. His hands were being tenderly washed by his doting mother, Yashoda.
An awkward silence unfurled in the room. Guests began to feel a pang of guilt; they had just feasted and there was no room for the Gopis' lovingly prepared banquet. The atmosphere tensed in anticipation of the Gopis' disappointment. After all, they did it out of so much love! Of course, they would be shattered and heartbroken.
But, behold, a wonder unfolded.
The Gopis’ eyes never swayed from Krishna’s face. Their gazes were locked from the moment they saw him. Silently, they placed the vessels on the ground. And then, their souls erupted in jubilation, their bodies swaying and their hands opening and wringing in ecstatic dance.
Mother Yashoda and the others in the room were utterly astonished. How could the Gopis be dancing in joy? Why weren’t they disappointed? The guests stood in amazement watching the dance of the Gopis, until one guest finally asked them, “What fuels your joy in this moment?”
The Gopis paused to catch their breath, laughed like tinkling temple bells, and spoke, "During those sacred hours when we were crafting this feast, our hearts danced in joy imagining Krishna's face aglow with satisfaction. When we entered this room, our eyes met his, and what did we see? That very glow, that very contentment we dreamed of. What does it matter if he has not tasted our dishes? We did it only for that blissful view of joy and pleasure on Krishna’s face, and witnessing it today is the crowning glory of our lives."
In that profound moment, it became clear that the Gopis' devotion was not bound by the material world. It was an eternal song whose melody resided in seeing their beloved Krishna content—no matter the source of that contentment. Thus, the Gopis taught the world that true devotion knows no bounds, and that love, when truly unconditional, seeks nothing but the joy of the beloved.
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