a princess sits in her royal lounge troubled at mind, restless of heart trembling limbs and parched tongue the rivers in her eyes betray the sorrow that drowns her soul with shaking fingers she struggles for a firm grip on her quill her heart pours out in fluid words to express a love nursed for years
“My Lord, from childhood I have heard of your courageous acts and kind character of your handsomeness and perfectness and I am unable to draw my mind away from thoughts of you and yours I am shamelessly besotted by you Like a sunflower that is drawn to the sun I am drawn to you It is against the common notion for a woman to ask a man to take her hand in marriage I break every tradition, but Mukunda, answer my question- which woman, high-born and well-versed in all the arts, will not wish to be your consort- and besides I have already considered myself wedded to you, in thought and spirit is it not immoral then when I consider myself a married woman and when I am already yours body, mind and soul, to allow me another marriage? My brother Rukmi has arranged a marriage for me, and it is in the morrow my heart sinks in sorrow you are my saviour- it behooves you to come and claim what is yours and how to accomplish it without needless bloodshed need not cause you worry, for I have a plan tomorrow morning I shall go for my pre-nuptial prayer at the temple in the outskirts away from curious eyes and it is from there that you can take me please do come Krishna and save me from this mockery of a marriage I have already said that I am yours and if you do not come, I shall with no second thought ensure that I am no longer alive to be the object of another man’s desire and if not in this birth, we shall in another birth be man and wife”
she seals the letter with burning tears and entrusts in a priest’s willing hands to deliver this receptacle of her hopes and fears a sliver of hope begins to glimmer as exhaustion finally takes over and sleep beckons with gentle hands to distant happier lands
In the morning she awakes mind no more clouded or deluded a faith unshaken that strengthens as her messenger arrives bearing happy news her heart gladdens
Krishna will come – of that she is sure a love denied will now be hers the blush of excitement gives way to shyness - kept so far at bay the letter was written boldly enough but now her maiden coyness asserts its sway with eager pulsing heart she awaits the moment of freedom and fastening with her love – it seems too long a day!
In her best finery she is bedecked a bride blossoming like a flower eyes shining like diamonds in their excitement nocturnal hair that falls to her waist in a tidy plait lips tinged with a secret smile an accompaniment to her glowing face her blush spreads like a rose amongst jasmines
with slow sure steps and comely gait eyes glistening with hope and conviction strengthened with faith she proceeds towards the temple with sincere emotion she prays
“Devi Parvati, with your motherly grace look upon me with your kind gaze as once through penance you gained your true love as a husband I too embark today on a quest to find my way to him who is my very soul- I pray let Krishna me my husband”
As every minute passes hope grows and then she hears his majestic roar like a dark thunder-cloud he appears his turmeric vestment blowing in the wind and like lighting in the night sky suddenly and nimbly he hoists her onto his chariot and they are away
and then the powerful anticipation of this moment gave way to its pure enjoyment, the company of the loved one
and thus it was that the unflinching Rukmini wedded Krishna one day.