Radha was pacing around the lake in the village muttering to herself, “I have had enough of Krishna and his player ways.” “Who are you talking to,” said a voice from behind her. Radha whirled around and saw a mysterious man. She said, “Who are you?” The mysterious man replied, “Just a passerby who happened to hear you muttering to yourself. You know a good way to vent your anger out is to just talk about it.” Radha eyed the mysterious man and then she decided that it might be for the best if she talked to someone about it, and since she had no friends this man was just as good as any. “OK,” she said. And so her story began. “It all started many years ago. I was born and raised in a village called Gokul. My whole life I had grown up alongside Krishna, and as long as I can remember I have always loved him. He was a very popular man among the gopis who always tried to catch his attention, but he always kept his eyes on me. I would do absolutely anything for h...
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