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Uddhava felt a shiver of joy. “Then why, O Lord, do You teach other paths at all?”

Long ago, in the sacred city of Dwaraka, the Yadava chief Uddhava was troubled. Though learned in the Vedas and wise in the ways of diplomacy, his heart ached with a single, burning question.

Uddhava nodded. He recalled the story of a destitute girl who had nothing but a handful of wild berries. Trembling, she had placed them before Krishna as a child. The Lord had eaten them with such relish that the gods in heaven grew jealous of her simple gift. Srimad Bhagavatam Canto 11 Pdf 12

Krishna plucked a fallen champaka flower and twirled it between His fingers. “Uddhava,” He said gently, “imagine a man lost in a vast forest. He stumbles upon a stone. If he believes it is a lump of clay, he will ignore it. If he believes it is a priceless gem, he will polish it and wear it as a crown. The stone is the same. The difference is his love for it.”

Krishna laughed, and the sound was like a thousand temple bells. “Because not all can love at first sight. Some need the cart. Some need the horse. Some need the ship. But know this, my faithful Uddhava: When the cart breaks, when the horse tires, when the ship sinks—love remains. Love is the rope that binds the infinite to the infinitesimal. And I willingly tie that knot Myself.” Uddhava felt a shiver of joy

Uddhava listened intently as Krishna continued.

“O Supreme Teacher,” Uddhava began, bowing low. “You have spoken of karma —action without selfish desire. You have illuminated jnana —the path of analytical wisdom. You have even revealed ashtanga-yoga —the eight-limbed discipline of mind and body. Yet, my Lord, my heart is confused. Which of these is the highest?” Uddhava nodded

“Look, Uddhava. If you offer Me a mountain of gold with a proud heart, I am not pleased. But if you offer Me a single leaf, a flower, a fruit, or even a drop of water with love —I feast upon it as if it were the nectar of the gods. Do you not remember the poor brahmana’s daughter?”

“But bhakti —loving devotion to Me—is like the wind itself. It carries cart, horse, and ship without effort. It requires no skill, no scholarship, no austerity. Only a heart that remembers.”