What if all of us had a sakha Krishna?
Ever wondered what it would feel like to be transported back to the Dvapara Yuga? If, like Arjun, we too had Madhav with us— always? Imagine being torn between decisions, feeling stressed, and suddenly hearing him say, “ Kyun itna pareshan ho rahe ho, sakhi?” God even writing that made me smile, as if I can hear him saying that! So what would he say to us, given the circumstances of today’s world? How would he console the despair we keep within us? Imagine it like this. Sakhi, You call me sakha…then don’t forget what that means. I am not just the flute-player by the Yamuna or the divine idol garlanded in jasmine in temples. I am the one who sees the tears you don’t cry, the courage you wear like a slightly rumpled kurta — quiet, but always ready for a battle. I am the whisper in your silences, the stillness between your thoughts, the laughter that escapes you even on days too heavy to bear. I have watched you clench your fists when you could have shattered glass with your v...
