My dear Shakun,

Jai Shree Radhe!

It’s widely said that every action has re-action equal and opposite. I love Krishna so much than why does He not love me? I am dying inch by inch, minute by minute, hour by hour and day by day. Then why He does not care for me? Is my love untrue? Is my love imperfect and only hogwash? Are my tears false? Please guide me. You may put this letter in Dal Sabzi and openly
write comments. I want Krishna anyhow, and that too soon. I simply cannot bear the separation. Please help me Shakun. Help me to get my Krishna. Tears and tears are rolling down my eyes to think that He has abandoned me. I want Him, I want Him, I want Him. Please Shakun, I am getting mad and in that madness I do not know what to do.

Loves, Dada

My Reply :

Dear Dada,

Your great Love is an end in itself. What more do you need? Krishna and Radha are Love incarnate. And that is what you feel. Rest assured Radha and Krishna are with you. You should find these notes under ‘Mere Humsafar’ on my web-pg within a few days.

Luv always,

Shakun

From Dada (2)

MY DEAR SHAKUN,

JAI SHREE RADHE!

MY OLD BOAT IS NOW SAILING IN DEEP OCEAN WITH ALL AROUND HIGH TIDES, STRONG WINDS AND RAINS AND NO BOAT-MAN!!!

I AM LYING DOWN HALF SLEEPING AND SOMETIMES OPENING MY EYES TO SEE ALL DARKNESS AND AS IF MY BOAT IS SINKING. BUT THEN SOMEHOW I SEE FOOD PROVIDED TO ME WHEN I AM HUNGRY, WOOLEN BLANKET PUT ON ME WHEN I AM SHIVERING IN COLD, BY AN INVISIBLE HAND. I ALSO COULD HALF-SLEEPING, SEE THAT BOAT IS SAVED FROM FALLING INTO A WHIRLPOOL & CROCODILES.

IMAGINE ONE DAY, I REACH THE SHORE, VERY CLEARLY, GURU AND GOVIND STAND THERE SMILING – GURU WITH HIS SWEET STAFF AND GOVIND WITH HIS SWEET SMILE AND FLUTE ON HIS LOVELY LIPS.

TELL ME SHAKUN, TO WHOM SHOULD I BOW DOWN FIRST – SOMEHOW I FALL DOWN ON THE FEET OF GURUDEV, AND WASH HIS FEET WITH MY TEARS THANKING HIM FOR BRINGING ME TO THE SHORE AND ROLLING ON THE FLOOR I REACH THE FEET OF GOVIND, HUG THE LEGS VERY TIGHTLY AND HE MERCIFUL KEPT HIS FLUTE AND WITH BOTH HANDS TOOK ME FROM HIS FEET, HUGGED ME VERY TIGHTLY TO HIS CHEST SAYING, “I AM SORRY SON, I WAS LATE.”

LOVES,
DADA