Chapter 1: The Gathering at Kurukshetra

The air was filled with the gentle hum of music as the special feature, "Times of the Past," began, bringing tales of ancient times to life. In a small village, an anxious father gazed at his son, not as the Supreme Being, but as the child he cherished deeply.

"If Krishna and Balaram were not in my arms," he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion, "I would be wandering like an orphan today. Is there no end to trouble, sister Jara?" He paused, looking up at the wise sage before him. "I was running here and there, afraid of the evening. True knowledge can only be gained by serving wise souls like you, great sage."

The sage smiled gently, acknowledging the father's words. "You are listening to stories of Krishna, based on the great works of Maharishi Vedavyas, the Shrimad Bhagavatam, and the Garg Samhita. Today, you will hear about the meeting of Radha and Krishna at Kurukshetra. Hari Om."

The scene shifted to a grand hall where King Parikshit sat deep in thought. The music played softly as a voice called out to him, "King Parikshit, King Parikshit."

Startled, the king looked up, apologizing to Acharyadev, the wise teacher before him. "Forgive me, Acharyadev, I did not hear your call."

Acharyadev studied the king's face carefully. "What are you thinking about so deeply, King?" he asked.

The king sighed, his heart heavy. "My heart feels heavy, Lord. Krishna met his old friend Sudama. Listening to your stories reminds me of the land of Braj, Acharyadev. The love of the Gopis, their longing, it all comes back to me. Did they commit such sins that they never met Krishna again in this life?"

The sage shook his head, his expression serene. "King, how could the Gopis sin? There are no purer souls than them in the world. Do you understand, King?"

The king nodded slowly. "Then why didn’t they meet their friend again, Lord? Didn’t the Lord promise them? Did Krishna meet the friends from Vrindavan? Where did they meet, Lord? Please tell me."

Acharyadev began to recount the story. "They met at Kurukshetra. You know, King, that Kurukshetra is famous as a holy place. Now, let me tell you about Krishna meeting the Gopis of Vrindavan. That time, a rare solar eclipse occurred, and people from all over came to Kurukshetra to bathe in the sacred Saraswati River. They celebrated the occasion with bathing, charity, fasting, and devotion."

Curious, the king leaned forward. "King, who all came, great sage?"

"King Nanda and Mother Yashoda came with all the Gopis and Gopas of Vrindavan," Acharyadev continued. "Kunti, Dhritarashtra, and Gandhari came. From Dwarka, Ugrasena, Vasudeva, and almost all the Yadavas came, along with Mother Devaki and countless wives. Krishna and Balaram also came. Many sages, monks, and hermits were there too, King. Kings from other lands like Matsya, Ushinara, Kaushal, Gandhara, Vidarbha, and Kamboja also attended. A grand gathering took place on the banks of Kurukshetra. Rituals like bathing, offerings, charity to Brahmins, and feasting were celebrated with great enthusiasm."

The king listened intently as Acharyadev described the emotional reunion. "King, after a long time, brother Vasudeva met his sister Kunti. Overcome with emotion, Kunti wept. Seeing his sister, Vasudeva could not hold back his tears either."

"No one cares about me, brother," Kunti cried softly. "Who is more unfortunate than me? Even in times of trouble, I found no one as compassionate as you by my side. What could be more unfortunate than this?"

Vasudeva comforted her gently. "Don't cry, Kunti. Calm down. I also faced many dangers. I almost died because of Kansa's cruelty... but by God's grace, I survived. Yet, the troubles never seem to end, sister. I was constantly running from place to place, fearing for my life."

Kunti nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "I have heard all the news, brother. I know everything about you all too, Kunti. I pray for you to the Almighty. And remember, Krishna and Balarama are always by your side."

"They are the ones protecting us, brother. Who else do we have besides them?" she whispered.

The reunion of the brother and sister was a moment of healing, as past grievances were forgotten. Kunti bowed at Vasudeva's feet, and his blessings showered upon her like a gift. Meanwhile, the loyal and friendly kings of Maharaja Yudhishthira all bowed to the old King Ugrasena.

"Oh King Ugrasena," they said in unison, "you are blessed. Your family is blessed. The Supreme Soul, for whom sages perform severe penance, has willingly appeared before you. You can see Him whenever you wish. We salute your rare fortune, Maharaja. The Lord Himself is devoted to you. He resides in your house. Just thinking about it gives us goosebumps, Maharaja. We salute you."

The gathering at Kurukshetra was a tapestry of emotions, woven together by the bonds of love, devotion, and shared history.

Chapter 2: The Reunion at Kurukshetra

The news that Krishna and Balarama had arrived in Kurukshetra spread like a gentle breeze through the land, carrying with it a sense of excitement and anticipation. When King Nanda heard of their presence, he could not remain still. Gathering the cowherds, he set out for Kurukshetra, bringing with him an abundance of milk, yogurt, cheese, and butter, gifts of love from their village.

As soon as Vasudeva saw King Nanda, his heart overflowed with joy. He rushed forward, embracing Nanda tightly. Words failed him, choked by the emotion and reverence that filled his heart. His eyes, glistening with tears, spoke volumes as they met Nanda’s.

Nearby, Queen Yashoda stood with Rohini and Devaki. The sight of her filled their hearts with gratitude and tears. Devaki, her voice trembling with emotion, took Yashoda’s hand and said, "I bow to you, Queen Yashoda."

Yashoda, moved by her words, shook her head gently. "What are you saying? You are the mother of my dear Krishna and beloved Balarama. How can I accept your bow? What you and King Nanda have done for us, I could never repay, even with the sun and moon as gifts. You have protected the two priceless jewels of the world and raised them with love and care. Without you, my Krishna and Balarama would have been orphans today."

Devaki smiled softly, her eyes shining with understanding. "What are you saying, Queen Mother? If Krishna and Balarama hadn’t been with me, I would have wandered like an orphan myself. You are blessed, and so is Lady Rohini's womb. Even the gods bow to your wombs today. Though I am Krishna’s birth mother, you are the true mother of Krishna and Balarama. I couldn’t give them as much love as you did. As Krishna’s mother, your name will shine brightly, Queen Yashoda. I am happy to remain in your shadow."

The air around them seemed to shimmer with the greatness of their shared love and sacrifice. Words were unnecessary, for their hearts spoke a language all their own.

As the scene unfolded, a wise sage began to speak, capturing the attention of the gathering. "King, I will tell you of another reunion that happened here. The Gopis of Vrindavan have long awaited this moment. After so long, they will finally take a deep breath. Their eyes will find purpose, and life will fill their once lifeless existence. They have been waiting all this time, hoping for that magical touch."

The sage's words painted vivid pictures in the minds of those who listened. "They finally saw their enchanting, beautiful, dark-complexioned Shyam. After so long, they met again. But it was not as you might think, King. They did not embrace him face to face. That precious jewel lives in their hearts, and now they see him outside too. There is no difference between inside and outside for them anymore. Their wait is fulfilled, and their lives feel blessed. All their desires are being fulfilled deep within."

The king, eager to know more, asked, "Did the Gopis only see him, my lord? Did they not speak with their Shyamsundar?"

"Yes, King, they did," the sage replied. "The Gopis gazed at him, lost in thought. Their physical bodies transformed into bodies of emotion. Seeing this, Krishna took them aside."

Krishna, with a gentle smile, asked, "How are you all? Is everyone in Braj well? I had to come to Mathura because my relatives called me. After that, I got involved in many other tasks. It seems you have forgotten me. What do you say, friends?"

The Gopis, their eyes filled with devotion, responded, "We have forgotten you, Shyam. Yes, we have forgotten you. At first, we searched for you a lot, Madhav, searched a lot. Then we stopped searching."

Krishna feigned surprise, "So, I wasn’t wrong. What happened? You don’t need me anymore."

"You’re teasing, Madhav," they said, their voices soft with affection. "Don’t you know why we don’t search for you? Our eyes now see you everywhere. We can’t see anything else without you. Yes, Madhav. You are the only one in our world. We aren’t even there. So where would we search for you? Thinking of you, our devotion sings Krishna Krishna. So where would we search for you anew?"

Krishna, his heart touched by their words, asked, "So, you have no grievances against me, do you, friend?"

"Why do you ask this, Krishna?" they replied, their voices gentle and sure. "To have grievances, there must be one to hold the grievance and another to receive it. Without two, who would hold a grudge against whom, Madhav? In our world, there is no two. There is only one, Krishna. We aren’t even there."

As the sage concluded his tale, the listeners were left in awe of the profound bond between Krishna and the Gopis, a bond that transcended time and space, a testament to love's enduring power.

Chapter 3: The Wisdom of Krishna

In the serene landscape of Kurukshetra, Krishna stood among his friends, the Gopis, with a gentle smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkled with the wisdom of ages as he spoke to them.

"Look, friends," Krishna began, his voice soothing like a gentle breeze, "union and separation are all part of God's will. No one has control over it. But understand this—though I may have left with my body, I have never truly left you. I am always with you."

The Gopis nodded, their hearts brimming with love and devotion. "We haven’t left you either, Madhav," they replied, their voices a harmonious chorus of affection.

Krishna continued, "Happy ones, you have all received my true love. You are blessed and happy. Everywhere you look in this world, you will find me. There is nothing beyond me. In everything you see or don't see, in all living and non-living things, I am present. When love for me awakens, you see Krishna everywhere."

"You are the soul of our souls, Madhav," one of the Gopis whispered, her eyes shining with devotion. "You are everything to us—our blood, flesh, and spirit."

Krishna listened, his heart swelling with affection. "Inside the body, the soul resides, but I am separate from them. Those who are happy dwell within me, but I am eternal. I am not attached to anything. Think of me in this way."

As Krishna shared these words, the Gopis felt a profound connection, their souls merging with his eternal presence. In this divine moment, their physical forms seemed to dissolve, leaving only the essence of their love. They had attained Krishna for eternity.

But Radha, the beloved of Krishna, had not come to this holy place. Her presence was felt in the whispers of the wind, yet she remained in Vrindavan, where her heart and soul were eternally entwined with Krishna's.

The king, who had traveled from the land of Braj for a holy bath, observed this sacred union. He turned to the sage with a question burning in his heart. "I have a question, Lord. You said the Gopis attained Krishna forever. Was separation from Krishna necessary for this attainment?"

The sage smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "Look, King, let me ask you something. As long as I am in front of you, you listen to me and talk to me. But what will you do when I am not in front of you?"

The king pondered for a moment before replying, "I will think of you, Lord. I will remember everything you said."

"Exactly," the sage said, nodding. "When I am not in front of you, I am in your heart. Being in the heart is the true presence, King. When someone is in your heart, you feel drawn to them. Love grows. After Krishna left their sight, the Gopis found him even more deeply. That is why they gained this rare spiritual knowledge. Do you understand, King?"

"I understand clearly, Lord. I have no more doubts," the king replied, his heart now at peace.

At that holy place in Kurukshetra, kings from various lands gathered, their hearts filled with anticipation. Krishna himself welcomed them, offering the hospitality of a gracious host. He inquired about their well-being, honoring them with warmth and respect. Draupadi, dear to the Pandavas, joined in the joyful gatherings, her laughter like music that turned the journey into a treasure of joy.

Amidst this happiness, a wondrous event unfolded. A group of sages appeared, their presence like a gentle shower of wisdom and grace. Among them were Devarshi Narada, Krishna Dvaipayana Vyasa, Asita, Brihaspati, Pulastya, Bhrigu, Vashistha, Sanaka, and Sanatana. Their arrival seemed almost miraculous, a gathering of divine souls in one place.

Everyone rose to greet the sages, bowing with reverence. Krishna and Balarama stood, inviting the sages to take their seats, and personally offered them water to wash their feet, honoring them with the utmost respect.

Once the sages were settled, Krishna folded his hands, his voice filled with humility. "It is rare to see such divine beings in one’s life, and today I am fortunate to see you all. What good deeds have we done to deserve your presence?"

The sages replied with gentle smiles, "O Lord, what are you saying? We have come here to see your divine feet."

Krishna shook his head modestly. "No, no, we are worldly people. Living on earth has made us forget the real pilgrimage. We mistakenly think that water, rivers, sky, and air are the only holy places. But true saints and great souls are the real pilgrimage, and we do not realize that."

And so, in the sacred land of Kurukshetra, amidst kings and sages, Krishna's words wove a tapestry of love and wisdom, binding all hearts together in a timeless embrace.

Chapter 4: The Wisdom of the Sages

In the sacred land of Kurukshetra, where kings and sages gathered under the vast sky, the air was filled with a sense of reverence and anticipation. The wise sages, with their serene faces and gentle voices, responded to Krishna's humble words.

"To us, you are the true pilgrimage," one of the sages declared, his eyes bright with conviction. "You are the living embodiment of righteousness. That is why we have come to see you today. Those who confine their deity to an idol and do not see the divine in all living beings cannot truly understand your greatness. Great sage, those who are busy with their bodies, relatives, and metal idols day and night, without serving wise souls like you, can never gain true knowledge."

Krishna, though divine himself, listened with deep respect. The kings, witnessing this exchange, were in awe. They understood the importance of serving and respecting great souls, who were like gods themselves.

Then, the great sage Vyasa, with his long, flowing beard and eyes full of wisdom, spoke up. "Lord, you are performing these human-like activities to teach the world. You have taken this human form for that purpose. Everything you do is to educate people. By personally worshiping us, you are teaching the people of the world and future generations the importance of serving saints. Lord, you are showing this wonderful service to the world while keeping your divine play hidden."

As the sages prepared to leave, bowing to Krishna and his brother Balarama, Vasudeva, Krishna's father, approached them with folded hands. His voice was humble and earnest.

"O sages, within you reside all the gods, including Brahma. I bow to you. Before you leave, please give me advice on how to attain liberation. What actions should I take to achieve this?" he implored.

The sages replied with gentle smiles. "Vasudeva, the Supreme Lord Hari himself is in your home, yet you ask us about the path to liberation. We have come here to see him, while you see him every day. What more could you need?"

Vasudeva nodded, understanding their words but still troubled. "Narayan, Narayan," he murmured, addressing the sage Vyasa. "There is a deep reason behind what I am asking. As a worried father, I see Krishna not as the Supreme Being but as my son, and I wish for his well-being. This is the divine play, the illusion of God. He is covered by this illusion."

Vyasa listened patiently as Vasudeva continued, "When God is so close, his divine nature might not be understood, isn't that right, sage Narada? Or sage Bhrigu? When he is easily accessible, his greatness might not be appreciated. When someone lives close to the Ganges, they often go to other holy places to earn merit, even though the Ganges is right there."

The sages nodded in agreement. "You are right, sage. So, what should we do now?"

"Please, great sage, answer Vasudeva's question," another sage urged.

Vyasa, with a calm and steady voice, said, "O Vasudeva, to attain liberation, you must go beyond the desire for the fruits of actions. How can this be done? Worship Lord Vishnu, the master of sacrifices. When you develop respect and devotion towards him, your wishes will be fulfilled. Use the wealth you have earned righteously to worship Lord Narayana. For Brahmins, Kshatriyas, and Vaishyas, there is no other path to liberation. This is what the scriptures call dharma."

Vasudeva, still seeking clarity, asked, "Do I need to go to the forest to become worthy, my lord?"

Vyasa shook his head. "If your mind is not free from all desires, going to the forest will not help, Vasudeva."

"Then how can I rid myself of desires?" Vasudeva asked, his voice earnest.

"Through charity and sacrifice, you can give up desires for family, heaven, and fame, Vasudeva. Practice this renunciation while living as a householder, and then you may go to the forest. But before leaving home, it is your duty to repay the debts to the gods, sages, and ancestors. These debts can be repaid through worship, study, and having children."

Vasudeva bowed deeply, his heart filled with gratitude. "Oh great and noble sages, I bow down to you with respect. I will follow your instructions. Please make me worthy, and help me achieve that worthiness. Be my guides."

With these words, the sages, filled with the light of wisdom and compassion, departed, leaving behind a sense of peace and purpose in the hearts of all who had gathered in Kurukshetra.

Chapter 5: The Divine Reunion

The sages nodded in agreement, their voices calm and serene. "Very well, let it be so," they declared. After purifying themselves with a sacred bath, they began the holy ritual with Vasudeva and his eighteen wives. The air was filled with the sweet scent of incense and the chanting of ancient hymns. Lord Krishna and Balarama, along with the queens and their sons, graced the ceremony with their presence. Many other royal figures, brave warriors of the Yadava clan, and humble cowherds also attended this grand event.

As the ritual concluded, Vasudeva, in a gesture of generosity and gratitude, bestowed gifts upon the Brahmins. He personally served food to everyone, from the lowest to the highest, ensuring no one was left unattended. The guests marveled at Vasudeva's hospitality, praising him for orchestrating such a splendid ceremony.

As the special day at Kurukshetra came to an end, the guests began to depart. King Nanda approached Vasudeva, ready to say goodbye. "Great Vasudeva, it is time for us to return to the land of Braj," he said with a gentle smile.

Vasudeva shook his head, his voice filled with regret. "No, brother, how can I let you go? I have behaved so poorly towards you..."

King Nanda placed a reassuring hand on Vasudeva's shoulder. "But you have done nothing wrong, Vasudeva."

"You see no fault in others because you are faultless yourself," Vasudeva replied, his eyes downcast. "In truth, I have many faults. When I was in prison, I could not serve you or be of any help. And here, blinded by wealth and pride, I failed to honor you properly."

"No, no, you cannot leave. Not at all," the Yadavas chimed in, their voices firm. They refused to let King Nanda, Queen Yashoda, or anyone from Vrindavan return. Instead, they took care of them in the royal palace near Kurukshetra. Thus, three months passed in this manner, filled with warmth and fellowship.

As the rainy season approached, Vasudeva reluctantly had to bid farewell to the people of Braj. He showered them with many gifts before their departure, and soon, the residents of Dwarka also began their journey home, eager to return before the rains began.

In the quiet days that followed, Vasudeva often pondered the words of great sages like Vyasa about Lord Krishna. He remembered everything. Every morning, Krishna and Balarama would bow to Vasudeva and Devaki, showing their respect and love. One day, as they did so, Vasudeva and Devaki blessed them with tender affection, seating them close.

With tears brimming in his eyes, Vasudeva held Krishna's hand. "O Krishna, O Balarama," he began, his voice choked with emotion, "I know you are not ordinary humans. Because of illusion, you have become our children. Before you were born in the prison, Lord Narayana himself told me this, Krishna. I know this, my son. O Krishna, you are everything; there is nothing beyond you. Blinded by my own desires and love, I thought of you as my sons. How can I understand the mystery of your divine power, O Supreme Lord?"

Krishna listened, his expression serene and understanding. "Now we know your son is telling the truth," he said gently. "But if we accept what you say, then we must believe that the soul is one and whole. All the things you see in front of your eyes are actually illusions of the soul. I am everything; I am that undivided soul. So, whatever I am, everything else is the same."

As Krishna spoke, Vasudeva became deeply absorbed in thought. He fell silent, and a divine glow appeared on his face. In that moment, all his doubts vanished like mist in the morning sun.

Mother Devaki was there too, her heart heavy with memories. Unlike Vasudeva, she couldn't stay silent. The sorrow of losing her six sons, whom Kamsa had cruelly killed, weighed heavily on her heart. As she listened to Krishna speak of his divine powers, her thoughts turned to her lost children. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, her voice trembling.

"Krishna, Balarama, you are not ordinary humans. You are truly divine. You came to my womb to destroy the wicked. But you are also here to save the good and innocent."

"Yes, Mother. We have come to rescue innocent people. Now, please tell us what you wish us to do. Speak freely," Krishna encouraged her gently.

"Before you came, I had six other sons," Devaki began, her voice filled with sorrow. "Krishna, Kamsa killed them all. I never even got to see their faces. Thinking of those lost children has turned my heart to stone with grief. If you can, please bring back my six sons."

Krishna nodded, his eyes filled with compassion. "Do not worry, Mother. We will fulfill your wish. Rest assured."

Chapter 6: The Journey to Sutala

Krishna and Balarama listened intently to their mother, Devaki, as she expressed her heart's deepest wish. Inspired by her words, they resolved to bring back her six lost sons. With the help of Yogamaya, their divine power, they embarked on a journey to the underworld realm of Sutala.

Sutala was ruled by the mighty king Bali. When Krishna and Balarama arrived unexpectedly, Bali was filled with joy and reverence. He gathered his family and ministers, and together they bowed deeply before the two divine brothers.

"O Supreme Lord, O Infinite One," Bali exclaimed, his voice full of devotion. "Your presence in our humble realm of demons is a blessing beyond measure. I am honored, though I fear I cannot serve you as you deserve. Please, in your kindness, tell me what I may offer you."

Krishna spoke gently, "The six sons of Prajapati Marichi were cursed by Brahma and reborn as the sons of the demon king Hiranyakashipu. Through Yogamaya's influence, they were born again to Devaki and were killed by Kamsa. Now, they reside here with you, O king."

Bali nodded, understanding their mission. "Yes, Lord, Devaki's children are safe in this realm. She mourns for them day and night. We have come to relieve her sorrow and free them from their curse, so they may return to the heavenly realm."

Without hesitation, Bali promised, "I will bring them to you right away, Lord."

True to his word, the giant king fetched the six brothers: Sura, Udgitha, Parisanga, Patanga, Kshudrabhrit, and Ghrini. With a sense of fulfillment, Krishna and Balarama returned to Dwaraka with the brothers.

Upon seeing her children, Devaki's heart overflowed with love. She embraced them as tenderly as a mother cow with her calves, nourishing them with her milk. The divine touch of Lord Narayana awakened their self-awareness. After expressing their gratitude by bowing to Devaki, Vasudeva, Balarama, and Krishna, the brothers ascended to the heavenly realm. Devaki's sorrow was finally lifted, and peace returned to her heart.

Later, a curious king approached his teacher with a question. "Teacher, I have a question, my lord. Those who worship Lord Shiva, the great renouncer, seem to gain wealth. But when devotees worship the wealthy Narayana, they often become poor. I can't understand this. Please clear my doubts."

The wise sage nodded, recalling a story. "King, your ancestor Maharaja Yudhishthira once asked Lord Krishna the same question."

"What did he answer, my lord?" the king inquired eagerly.

The sage explained, "He said, 'Lord Shiva is easily pleased, so gaining great benefits from him is easy. But I am not like that. It is not easy to please me, King. I test my devotees. I take away the wealth of those who practice devotion to me. If they still worship me, I take responsibility for them.'"

"But why, my lord?" the king asked, puzzled.

"Lord God is very compassionate," the sage replied. "By destroying their worldly attachments, he grants them spiritual knowledge. If there is wealth, there will be desires. So, he removes wealth to make them solely dependent on God, free of other desires. He comes to save his devotees time and again. Do you understand, King?"

The king nodded slowly, absorbing the wisdom. "My lord, in what forms has he come through the ages? Please tell me."

The sage smiled, ready to share more of the divine tales. "Krishna's father, Vasudeva, asked the same question to the sage Narada. What Narada Muni told him, I will tell you too, King. For the welfare of the world, at the beginning of creation, Lord Hari came as Hamsa, Dattatreya, Sanaka, Sananda, Sanat Kumar, Sanatana, and Rishabha. Then he came as the Hayagriva avatar. You have heard of the Matsya avatar during the great flood, King."

"After that, Lord Hari came as Varaha to lift the Earth. As the Kurma avatar, he supported Mount Mandara on his back during the churning of the ocean. Then came the Vamana avatar, who saved the Earth from the demon king Bali. You know about Parashurama from the Bhrigu lineage and Rama from the solar dynasty, Parikshit. And then, in the lunar dynasty, came Lord Krishna. In the future, he will come as the Kalki avatar in the age of Kali."

The king listened with awe, the stories of divine incarnations filling his heart with wonder and reverence.

Chapter 7: The Divine Departure

King Parikshit sat in silence, absorbing the tales of divine incarnations with a heart full of awe. The stories of Lord Vishnu's avatars, each descending to Earth with a purpose, painted a vivid tapestry of wonder and reverence in his mind. Yet, questions lingered, seeking answers from the wise Acharyadev.

"Are they all complete incarnations of the Lord?" the king inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Acharyadev shook his head gently, a knowing smile on his lips. "No, King," he replied. "The Lord manifests in different forms, each tailored to the needs of the time. There are countless other incarnations, each a part of the divine play that is endless and beyond human understanding. It has no beginning or end, and only He knows the entirety of His play. Who else can truly know, King?"

The king nodded slowly, digesting the profound words. "Just as God's play is infinite, does it not hold the same significance, Acharyadev?"

"Certainly, King," Acharyadev affirmed. "The purpose of His coming has been fulfilled. Now, He must return to His heavenly abode. He came to relieve the earth at the request of Brahma, the creator. Now, Brahma's consort has come to remind Him of His return. He will depart after the destruction of the Yadu dynasty. Mukunda Murari himself has informed Brahma about this, King. Meanwhile, ominous signs have appeared in Dwaraka and among the Yadus."

King Parikshit leaned forward, his eyes wide with concern. "No one else has understood this, Acharyadev?"

"Only Uddhava has received this grave news," Acharyadev explained. "You could call Uddhava the shadow of Lord Krishna. He is a great devotee of Narayana and a sage of immense wisdom. By wearing Krishna's clothes, sandalwood paste, garlands, and partaking in His leftovers, Uddhava has become one with Krishna's essence. Understanding the impending separation from his Lord, Uddhava rushed to Krishna, the world swaying before his eyes."

The king listened, his heart heavy with the weight of the tale. "Uddhava's fears will come true," Acharyadev continued. "Krishna and Balarama will leave the earthly realm. Hearing this from Vasudeva, a distressed Uddhava begged for his own release. Yet, he is the only one from the Yadu dynasty who must remain on earth. This is Krishna's command."

King Parikshit could scarcely imagine the pain of such a separation. "How will Uddhava live without his Narayana?" he wondered aloud.

"Now, Krishna began to speak secret words to him," Acharyadev said, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if sharing a treasured secret. "No one on earth has heard the golden words of Hari."

"What did He say?" the king asked, leaning in closer, eager for more of the divine mystery.

Acharyadev smiled enigmatically, leaving the king in suspense. "We will return with that story in the next chapter."

And with that, the tale paused, leaving King Parikshit and the listeners yearning for the continuation of Krishna's divine saga. The stories of Krishna, based on the ancient texts of the Srimad Bhagavatam and Garg Samhita, would continue to unfold, each chapter a new revelation in the grand tapestry of divine play.

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The rich, melodic notes of traditional instruments filled the air, wrapping the listeners in a comforting embrace, as they awaited the next chapter of this timeless tale.

Main roles: Sukadeva as Subhajit Chatterjee, Parikshit as Spandan Das, Vasudeva as Maloy Debnath, Yashoda as Chaitri Banerjee, Devaki as Mehuli Sarkar, Sakhi as Adhya Saha, Krishna as Gaurav Tapadar, Vyasa as Sanjay Dutta, Narada as Samak Ray, Nanda as Sudipta Ghosh, Bali as Kaushik Banerjee.

Dramatization: Mahua Bandyopadhyay and Sujata Bhattacharya.

Sound recording and ambiance: Satyajit Sen.

Sound design and mixing: Sabhyasachi Mukherjee.

Directed by: Shaoli Majumdar.

Creative direction: Indrani Chakraborty.

Produced by: Pastel Entertainment.

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