Under Vrindavan’s silver veil, Radha’s anklets sing soft spells; Krishna’s flute answers, low and true, spilling star-dust on the dew. Each breath they share is lotus-born, a vow older than the dawn; love’s silent loom spins sky and clay into one unending day. 🌸🦚✨

Rajat Gupta रजत गुप्ता رجت گپتا

Nature reserve Mohammdi, Lakhimpur Kheri•

on 2 November

Under Vrindavan’s silver veil, Radha’s anklets sing soft spells; Krishna’s flute answers, low and true, spilling star-dust on the dew. Each breath they share is lotus-born, a vow older than the dawn; love’s silent loom spins sky and clay into one unending day. 🌸🦚✨