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Shri Krishna's Message in my dream

By Rutuparna Das



Sitting in the steps of Radhakrishna temple in my city, Balasore , Odisha. Out of the blue ,I saw a young ,dainty boy may be of twelve or thirteen years old, clad with white dhoti and kurta and a mark of Chandan tilak on his forehead approaching towards me and offered me a ladoo of motichoor. I asked what is it? He said ,please have it, it is the prasad of Lord Krishna, and goes on portraying Krishna’s physical features and his life with utter interest as if he has himself gone through. He fluently chanted Shloka, Veda, Bhagbat Geeta and I wonder, he is such a such a small boy and he knows everything about spiritualism. I got mesmerized by his intelligence and brilliance.





After breathlessly describing about Lord Krishna, he took a pause and said he loves my quality of love and kindness towards birds and animals and my habit of feeding them makes him the happiest. I was like wonder stuck!! How did he know that I love animals and feed them? Because I have never seen or met him before. And when I asked him that, my mummy called me ” Rutu ,wake up it is already 7 a.m and you have to be ready for office”. So to my surprise, it was my dream . Yes, the dream of Lord Krishna who visited me last night, to give me a message that “please spread love and kindness towards animals and feed them often as you can, as they are also the creation of the creator”.



By Rutuparna Das





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