It was as if the body of old Amma had come to life. She got upset seeing that image. Then an image emerged from her eyes. He was coming closer.
Old Amma felt that the image she had been restless to see for years, today she was standing in front of him in a direct form. Old Amma's heart became peacock and danced. The image was getting closer. Old Amma ran towards that image. When she went near and saw him, she was surprised, it was her beloved.
Old Amma hugged her beloved's chest and wept bitterly and got absorbed in her beloved's arms. His beloved also took his beloved in his arms. The sound of the flute had stopped. Flowers bloomed all around. The cuckoo started to cook. Papaya started speaking. The sky also started raining water from its eyes in happiness. Both were lost in unrequited love. The breath of the whole world stopped.
Then Pritam(beloved) of that old sweetheart came to the attention of worldly localities. He quickly separated the old Amma from himself.
Old Amma's pure love which the world wanted to sing in its tales, that affectionate unconditional love was brutally murdered in one stroke by the fanatical lover and he left old Amma weeping and returned to the social fabric which Years ago, he broke the love of Radha-Krishna and woven it with his queens.
Old Amma kept trying to stop him, but it had no effect on the cruel one.
If there was an effect on him, it would have happened only when he left Radha and the gopis and went to Mathura. Old Amma knew that even after years, she had erased her unconditional love in the same way as she had done years ago. She could not bear much at this age.
She knew that her unconditional love had been brutally murdered once again by that ruthless one.
Old Amma's body collapsed and fell on the ground. She started taking deep breaths. All his hopes were over today.