Dear Krishna, I find myself trembling as I write this, unsure of what right I have to call you dear. Yet, I cannot contain the storm within my heart any longer. Tomorrow, I will leave this place forever. Time has slipped through my fingers like sand, and now, the final day is upon us. We will never meet again because to meet, we must be equals. You are a prince, and I... I am but a mere shadow in your radiant world. You may not even remember our first encounter. A humble bullock cart crossed our path, and there you were, sitting gracefully, guiding us. I stole glances at you, hidden behind the veil of my modesty. The sound of your voice was honey to my ears, intoxicating and sweet. The air around you seemed to bloom with the fragrance of spring, and though I could not see your face clearly, the mere sight of you from behind left me spellbound. Your hands, as they gestured to show the way, seemed softer than the petals of a lotus. Clad in white, you were like a vision of silver, shimmer...
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