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Life mirrors the ever-changing seasons, each moment painted with its unique hues—sometimes blooming with the joy of spring, sometimes heavy with the tears of autumn. There are days of summer’s scorching trials, nights of winter’s chilling stillness, and moments where the downpour of the monsoon washes away all certainty. Yet, no matter how many seasons sweep through the journey, life remains steadfast, unwavering in its duty.
The decisions we make become the compass that either guides us or leads us astray. When clouded by selfishness, ignorance, or unbalanced expectations, we tread paths of destruction. But when we walk with compassion, restraint, humility, and love, we find ourselves on the path of righteousness.
Some rebel against the decay of autumn, while others sow seeds of hope, waiting for the spring of tomorrow. Life is a constant struggle between the conscious and the unconscious, good and evil. Though goodness may seem to falter, it is destined to rise again—though often, at the cost of dreams that must be sacrificed in the fires of this battle.
Devesh’s journey from Radhe to Devesh is also one of love, loss, and inner conflict. Will Majeera’s cruelty claim the lives of Shesh and Devesh’s parents as victims of this eternal war between selfishness and sacrifice? Must Radhe sacrifice his ‘Shri’—his true love—to become Devesh? And in the depths of his inner turmoil, will Devesh ever find his way back to the springtime of love he once left behind?
Rooted in the myths of ancient history, this tale is a saga of love, sacrifice, the triumph of good over evil, and the ultimate price of inner conflict.
The conflict, both the question and the answer, resides within us.
Yet, why we remain oblivious to the truth, we already know ?
Meenakshi Ahuja
During my M.Com at Kurukshetra University, I had the privilege of immersing myself in the timeless works of Rabindranath Tagore, Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay, Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, and Devaki Nandan Khatri. These literary giants painted the canvas of human emotions with a depth that stirred my soul.
My journey as a radio anchor and theatre artist uncovered the dormant writer within me, a flame that was ignited further by the encouragement of my director. It was then that I pursued a course in Mass communication. Despite my love for the media world, another dream lingered—a dream far more intimate, a dream of crafting my own creation.
Life, in its mysterious ways, took me across various cities, where I embraced the role of a lecturer. But when the moment came to choose between two dreams, I listened to the call of my soul and chose the one closest to my heart. The dream that had once stayed hidden in the chambers of my closed eyes was now given wings.
And as my dreams took flight, those long-cherished visions finally blossomed into reality, unfolding into the creation of “Shri Radhe,” a labor of love, born from the depths of devotion and imagination.
