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Radha ne Kanha se poocha… ‘Prem mein itna dard kyun hota hai?’ Kanha muskuraaye… ‘Dard isliye hota hai Radha… taaki tum apni asli taakat pehchaan sako…’ ‘Jo chala gaya… usse pakad ke rakhna prem nahi… use jaane dena hi sachha prem hai…’ ‘Aur yaad rakhna… tum kisi ke saath se nahi… apne hausle se po…

Radha ne Kanha se poocha… ‘Prem mein itna dard kyun hota hai?’ Kanha muskuraaye… ‘Dard isliye hota hai Radha… taaki tum apni asli taakat pehchaan sako…’ ‘Jo chala gaya… usse pakad ke rakhna prem nahi… use jaane dena hi sachha prem hai…’ ‘Aur yaad rakhna… tum kisi ke saath se nahi… apne hausle se poori hoti ho…’ ‘Jab tum khud se prem karna seekh jaogi… tab duniya ka koi dard tumhe tod nahi paayega…’