One by one she stringed the flowers into a chain of happiness . The colour of flowers reflected on her face , as she tied a knot after completing the errand . She kept on admiring the garland , imagining how her god would look after wearing it. A voice called upon her from back , Radha ,let's go to mandir ,as it is almost time for arti , Krishna would be waiting for us . Radha ,a sweet little ten years old village girl ,held her ghagra and ran on the beats of her silver anklets towards her