In the flowering paths of Vrindavan, three sakhīs walked slowly beneath the bending branches. Peacocks called from the trees, and the forest seemed alive with secrets. 
Sakhi 1 (smiling mischievously):
“Sakhi… look! Even the peacocks have begun to dance today. Tell me honestly… did you hear the flute of Krishna somewhere nearby?”
Sakhi 2 (teasing gently):
“Why are you asking her? Look at her face! The moment someone says the name of Krishna, her eyes begin searching every path of the forest.”
Radha (softly, lowering Her eyes):
“Sakhis… why do you tease Me so? I was only admiring the beauty of this forest.”
Sakhi 1 (laughing softly):
“Oh really? Then why does the breeze carry the fragrance of your longing? Even the parrots are whispering His name!” 
Sakhi 2:
“Look carefully, Radhe… the forest of Vrindavan is restless today. The flowers bloom brighter, the peacocks call louder…
This only happens when Krishna is wandering somewhere very close.”
Hearing this, Radha smiled shyly, Her eyes glancing down the forest path…
And the sakhīs giggled softly, knowing well that the whole of Vṛndāvana was preparing for a secret meeting. 
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