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ek din mata ne makhan chori karane par shyamasundar ko dhamakaya, daanta-phatakara. bas, donoan netroan se aansuoan ki jh di lag gayi. kar-kamal se aankhean malane lage. ooan-ooan-ooan karake rone lage. gala rooandh gaya. muanh se bola nahian jata tha. bas, mata yashoda ka dhairy toot gaya. apane aanchal se apane lala kanhaiya ka muanh poanchha aur b de pyar se gale lagakar bolian - ‘lala! yah sab tumhara hi hai, yah chori nahian hai.’
ek din ki bat hai - poorn chandr ki chaandani se manimay aangan dhul gaya tha. yashoda maiya ke sath gopiyoan ki goshthi ju d rahi thi. vahian khelate-khelate krishn chandr ki drishti chandrama par p di. unhoanne pichhe se akar yashoda maiya ka ghooanghat utar liya. aur apane komal karoan se unaki choti kholakar khianchane lage aur bar-bar pith thapathapane lage. ‘maian looanga, maian looanga’- totali boli se itana hi kahate. jab maiya ki samajh mean bat nahian ayi, tab usane snehardr drishti se pas baithi gvalinoan ki or dekha. ab ve vinay se, pyar se phusalakar shrikrishn ko apane pas le ayian aur bolian - ‘lalan! tum kya chahate ho, doodh!’ shrikrishn ‘na’. ‘kya badhiya dahi?’ ‘na’. kya khurachan?’ ‘na’.
‘malaee?’ ‘na’. ‘taja makhan?’ ‘na’ gvalinoan ne kaha - ‘beta! rootho mat, roo mat. jo maangoge so deangi.’ shrikrishn ne dhire se kaha - ‘ghar ki vastu nahian chahiye’ aur aanguli uthakar chandrama ki sanket kar diya. gopiyaan bolian - ‘o mere bap! yah koee makhan ka lauanda tho de hi hai? hay! hay! ham yah kaise deangi? yah to pyara-pyara hans akash ke sarovar mean tair raha hai.’ shrikrishn ne kaha - ‘maian bhi to khelane ke liye is hans ko maang raha hooan, shighrata karo. par jane ke poorv hi mujhe la do.’
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