A Gopika's New Year resolution

Akka? Wake up! Wake up!
Today is my little Krishna's birthday!
Come, let us sneak up and turn the tables on that little rowdy
This time, we get to be the ones to steal his clothes while he takes a bath
We shall blindfold him and offer him half-eaten fruits
We shall tug on his peacock feather, since he has no long braid
We shall steal his butter when he is looking the other way
We shall eat sand and open our mouths and astound him with a vision of love he did not know mere humans could possess
We shall compose a melody that lures him into our trap, sing him words that melt his butter heart, dance with him so he cannot contain his joy, flirt with him till he cannot bear the thought of losing us, look at him with sidelong glances that pierce his soul and draw him near, pester him while he is busy looking after the world and elicit a response that is to our advantage, look at him with eyes of self-pity and pouty lips as though we cannot with the tiniest effort break the bonds of this mortar, worldy existance, that he has tied us to...

I hear a tune - akka, do you? do you hear that melody? it is Him! we must resist! we must not run madly as though we are available to obey the every command of that little rascal! Remember our plan!

*blink*
What were we saying?

*breathe*
Akka... do you hear that flute?
No?
I don't either.
I should go back inside, my family will be waiting.
You should to?
Okay, we shall meet tomorrow.

*walk*
*walk faster*
*run*
*fly*
My Krishna! I see you! I hear you!

I love you.

Happy birthday.