An Un-Accounted Marriage

Love and marriage. The two acts commonly associated as one. Often when we refer to someone who we love, we have a notion of marrying them. Alike, when we marry someone, we are bound to love them.

Ever heard married but with no love ?

It was the Sunday evening, I had planned to meet a new profound friend and a old. The earlier with a prospect of finding love and the later with confirmation of marriage.

As scheduled, I came out of the church with the gratitude. “ For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son. “ The pastors summons gist, kept echoing in my head as I headed to meet my dear old friend.

We were meeting after a long gap of 2 years and a lot had to be match up. “ How’s life post college, What did you do , What are you planning “. The questions followed soon after I meet him with his soon to be spouse.

The night was set. It was the first time she was letting anyone triple ride on her scooty. As we rode on the streets of Hyderabad, we could feel the magic of night. The city’s Low pollution and the pleasant weather both conspired to set the mood to for those in whose heart love resides.

Soon after the formal introduction with other flatmates , we lay rest in her room. As the talks continued, old memories walked through. I felt more than glad to see a lovely couple who soon are soon to be married. And then the question popped up , Ever heard married but with no love ?

While the talks continued I felt the curiosity grew bigger, a desire so deep that talking wasn’t fulfilling. I picked my phone and started reading Love stories on Quora to understand the experience of marrying and love simultaneously. I remember last seeing the clock and it was 4 am. Then after dreams took the charge.

Next morning,

I rushed for my class in the city bus. As I passed stops after stops, I saw people in traditional attire and rushing to temple. I remembered , it was Janmashtami. an annual Hindu festival that celebrates the birth of Krishna.
Krishna, a hindu God famous for being loved. Often consider alike Casanova.

As I read more about him,sense of satisfaction came to me.I found the answer for the big question, “ Ever heard married but with no love ?”

….It was time for the final parting. The villagers had turned out to personally meet Krishna. Radha stood beside her mother in law, dressed in bridal finery, her face covered modestly by her sari. From time to time she looked up at Krishna, each glance a pledge of eternal devotion. Krishna’s eyes met Radha’s each time and he smiled at her reassuringly. Any other communication in front of the elders would be out of place. So no words were said and no hands touched. Krishna touched his mother’s feet and mounted the bullock cart with Nand, Balaram and Akrura. Radha looked without blinking at the cart till it disappeared round the corner and then fainted. Krishna never set foot in Vrindavan again.

….But when Krishna came face to face with Radha no words were said. No hands stretched to meet each other, no smile played upon lips and no eyes sparkled with delight. Only a million thoughts flashed through each mind and a deluge of tears flowed from each pair of eyes. Radha had promised not to get involved with Krishna’s later life and she intended to keep that promise. Krishna did not want to say or do something that would make things difficult for Radha. They stood staring stonily at each other till all the thoughts were exhausted and the eyes were dry. Though Krishna and Radha had been physically separated, they had been inseparable spiritually and would continue to be so till the end of the world. Radha had seen the splendor in which Krishna’s wives lived and the joy he lavished on them. But she knew that his tears were for her alone and that each drop was more valuable than all the riches of the world. Krishna knew that Vrindavan would be enshrined forever because of Radha’s sacrifice. Both were assured that they had taken the correct decision many years ago. Without saying anything they said everything and went their separate ways. They never saw each other again.

Hercules Singh Munda

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