Mirabai Merges into Krishna Idol

Dadi**: "Guddu, remember I told you about Mirabai in Dwarka, with the Brahmins on hunger strike?"

Guddu**: "Yes! They wanted her to go back to Chittorgarh!"

Dadi**: "Tonight I'll tell you how her earthly story ended - in a way that only divine love could explain."

Guddu**: "What happened?"

Dadi**: "Mira was deeply troubled. She didn't want to return to the palace that had tried to kill her. But she couldn't let the Brahmins die either. She asked them for one night - to pray in the Dwarkadhish temple."

Guddu**: "To ask Krishna for guidance?"

Dadi**: "She entered the temple that evening, singing as always. The doors closed behind her. Devotees heard her voice echoing through the night - song after song praising her beloved Lord."

Guddu**: "She prayed all night?"

Dadi**: "The next morning, when the temple doors were opened... Mira had vanished. Completely."

Guddu**: "Vanished? Where did she go?"

Dadi**: "All they found was her sari - wrapped around the idol of Lord Krishna. It was as if she had walked into the murti and disappeared."

Guddu**: "She merged into the idol!"

Dadi**: "That's what devotees believe. Her lifelong wish - to be with Krishna forever - was granted in the most literal way possible. She didn't die. She united with her beloved."

Guddu**: "That's amazing but also a little sad."

Dadi**: "Why sad, beta?"

Guddu**: "Because she's gone from the world."

Dadi**: "Is she? Her songs are sung in temples across India every day. Her story is told to children like you. Her devotion inspires millions. In a way, she's more present now than when she walked the earth."

Guddu**: "That's true..."

Dadi**: "The spiritual tradition says she dissolved into love for Krishna. Some historians suggest she might have fled to avoid going back, to live anonymously. But the devotional interpretation is more beautiful."

Guddu**: "What does it mean for us?"

Dadi**: "That when love is complete, the boundary between the lover and beloved disappears. Mira had spent her whole life singing, 'I am yours, Krishna.' In the end, her body confirmed what her soul had always known."

Guddu**: "She became what she loved."

Dadi**: "We all become what we love, beta. If you love kindness, you become kind. If you love learning, you become wise. Mira loved Krishna so completely that she became inseparable from him."

Guddu**: "Her sari on the idol is like proof."

Dadi**: "A sign left behind for those who needed to see something physical. But the real proof is in her songs, still alive after five hundred years. The real proof is in hearts that still burn with her devotion."

Guddu**: "I understand, Dadi. Love doesn't end."

Dadi**: "It transforms. Mira's body ended, but Mira herself? She's in every voice that sings her bhajans, every heart that loves the Divine without condition. That veil on the idol at Dwarka reminds us: she went home."

Guddu**: "Home to Krishna."

Dadi**: "Home to love itself. And that home, beta, is always open. For all of us. Now close your eyes and let Mira's songs sing you to sleep."