Writing about the glories of Shri Krishna always immerse me with love ,which every time proves that my soul has always been thirsty for.This beautiful story of a Fruit seller and Krishna,I feel closely related to me.
Oh Krishna,I don’t know that from how many numerous birth my basket of emotions just like this fruit seller ,which passed from one phase to another was burdened with worldly manifestations.I totally compare myself with this fruit seller who look tired and hopeless after many unsuccessful attempts of selling fruits.All her suffering comes to an end when she entered into your abode.Smitten by your innocence freed her from all the fruits of her deeds, which let her to accept the price that you agreed.
Soaked in the ocean of love,this ultimate sale directed her to choose the service of your lotus feet.Oh Krishna this is what attracts you, the purity of basket, which is nothing but the heart indeed,that’s why you filled her basket with all the fortune that she was in need.
Oh Hari ,please bestow your mercy upon me allowing this sinful soul to empty its basket of deeds,which was always full of why this or that but was never why not you,why not you to let this soul enriched with tears of being so lovingly.
Hari Bol