Thank you for reading my story... but do you know? That's not the true ending.
I changed it—to hide the pain of reality.
The truth is, I'm writing this book from both her and mine perspective, because... I want to feel her alive again...I want make her and her love towards krishna awake again... Even though her perspective is a lie, it ....But for its..... My only comfort.... My medicine.
Every time I read these words, I can almost feel her presence. As if she never left. As if she is still here, right beside me talking about her krishna.
I love her even today. And I will love her for all the days to come.
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But in reality... she never read my diary. She never knew my truth.
She died that day—on her way to Vrindavan—with the ticket I gave her. She left... without ever knowing my confession.
And now, I carry the unbearable weight of her death on my soul with kalu.
Yes, I know—this world is temporary. Everything is Maya, just an illusion.
But why does my heart refuse to accept that my love for her was also part of this illusion?
If love is truly Maya... then why does KRISHNA get to love you?
Why can't I?
Is loving someone a sin?
If it is—then let the world know, let the heavens hear...
Yes, I am jealous of God Krishna!