
Darśana
Venugopala
The Eternal Melody at the Threshold
Young Krishna sits at a sunlit village doorway, eyes closed, lost in the sweet song of his flute amid clay pots and blossoms.

Young Krishna sits at a sunlit village doorway, eyes closed, lost in the sweet song of his flute amid clay pots and blossoms.
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