“Kanha,” she whispered into the dark, “why do you hide when I seek you? Why do you play your flute only when my eyes are closed?”
The ringtone played again. She smiled, finally understanding. o re kanha nainan ko nahi chain ringtone
This wasn’t a song of sorrow. It was the sound of bhakti — the beautiful unrest of a soul that has seen the divine even once, and now cannot rest until it sees him again. “Kanha,” she whispered into the dark, “why do