A Mystic Saint

It is story which you might have read many times, either by shedding tears, either with self-devotion or either as a fiction. But now the story going to get unfolded in front of you is the same story with a different perception.
Meera Bai, a daughter, a daughter-in-law and a wife of two. Yes, two, her physical body tied a knot with a prince named Bhojraj and her soul tied the knot with the lord of the world, the preserver of universe, the naughty KRISHNA. Yes, she married Lord Krishna.
Radha, a divine soul, the essence of Krishna and His beloved, loved Krishna in a way a friend starts liking her mate. It goes back to Dwapar Yuga when Krishna’s physical soul existed on this earth and blessed people, a naughty child, a clever kid, a strong fighter and a master of 16 arts, chose His love as Radha or Radha chose Him as her lover.
Every girl of the town loved Him, longed to spend time with His tactic nature and wished they could feel Him every second.
The old ladies wanted Him as a son, the young married girls wished if they could marry Him and everyone else had a separate liking for Him.
The eternal Raas which still takes place every night in Nidhivan where trees turn into Gopis, each organism which has breath, leaves the place and then a blissful dance sneaks its way.