The Stranger in Vrindavan:
A Divine Encounter
Chapter 1: The Lost Soul
Life in the city was fast, loud, and heartless. I was going through the darkest phase of my life—failed career, broken relationships, and a heart full of heavy questions. I felt like a bird with broken wings. Searching for peace, I decided to go to Vrindavan. I had heard that no one returns empty-handed from the land of Radha Rani.
I reached Vrindavan on a crowded evening. The sound of bells, the smell of incense, and the chants of "Radhe Radhe" were everywhere. But my heart was still cold. I visited Banke Bihari temple, but in the crowd, I felt even more lost. I sat down on a stone step near the Yamuna bank, tears rolling down my eyes. I whispered to the dark water, "Are you even listening, Krishna? Or am I just another face in the crowd?"
Chapter 2: The Mysterious Old Man
As I sat there, the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me. I looked up and saw an old man. He looked like a simple Vraj-vasi—wearing a torn dhoti, a tilak on his forehead, and a small wooden flute tucked in his waist.
He didn't ask me why I was crying. He simply sat down a few feet away and started hummning a tune. It was the most beautiful melody I had ever heard. It felt like the wind itself was singing.
After a while, he turned to me and said in a very sweet, rustic voice, "Kyu dukhi hai, Lali? Jab uska hath pakda hai, toh raste ki chinta kyu karti hai?" (Why are you sad, daughter? When you've held His hand, why worry about the path?)
Chapter 3: The Conversation that Changed Everything
I was shocked. How did he know I was worried about my path? I wiped my tears and asked, "How do you know I've held His hand? I feel like He has forgotten me."
The old man laughed—a sound like tinkling bells. "He never forgets. We just close our eyes and say it's dark. Look at the Yamuna... the water flows because it trusts the sea. You just have to flow. Your pain is not your end; it's your cleaning process. Radha Rani has called you here because she wants to give you something bigger than what you lost."
We talked for an hour. He didn't give me big lectures; he told me simple stories of Gopis and the love of Kanha. For the first time in years, my heart felt light. The knots in my chest began to untie. I felt a strange warmth, as if I was sitting next to a fire on a cold night.
Chapter 4: The Vanishing Act
I realized I had no money to give him for his kindness. I reached into my bag to find some sweets I had bought. "Baba, please take this prasad," I said, looking down into my bag.
It took me only five seconds to find the packet. But when I looked up, the stone step was empty. The old man was gone. I stood up and looked around. The bank was wide and open—there was no way an old man could walk away that fast. I asked a boatman nearby, "Where did that Baba go? The one with the flute?"
The boatman looked at me strangely. "What Baba, Beti? You've been sitting here alone for the last hour, staring at the water and smiling."
Chapter 5: The Realization
My breath caught in my throat. Alone? But I had felt his presence. I had heard his voice. I looked down at the spot where he was sitting. There, on the dusty stone, lay a small, fresh Peacock Feather (Mor-Pankh).
A shiver ran through my body—not of fear, but of pure, divine joy. He hadn't forgotten me. He came to meet me in the simplest form, just to tell me that I was loved.
I walked back through the narrow lanes of Vrindavan, but I wasn't the same person anymore. The city hadn't changed, but my world had. I realized that in the land of Krishna, no one is ever truly an "Ajanabi" (stranger). He is always there, sometimes as a melody, sometimes as a stranger, and always as a friend.
But remember He is always watching us the how we gone through the phases how we reacts.when we surrender ourselves to him he always comes in any " Roop"
I have many miracles experience ill share next so please be with me .
Continue........ Radhe Radhe 🙏