I’m not one for religiosity, nor do I seek to promote any faith. But epics like the Mahabharata, Bhagwat Purana etc. speak to something deeper than belief ….. they speak to the human condition. On this Janmashtami, here’s a reflection on Krishna ….. not as a deity, but as a quiet presence in our everyday lives………

You don’t need a battlefield to meet Krishna. He’s already in your home …. in the laughter that defuses tension, the silence that speaks volumes, and the choices that shape relationships.

As a child, Krishna was mischievous ….. not to disrupt, but to delight. He reminds us that homes thrive not on perfection, but on play. A spilled glass of milk or a harmless prank can be the glue of memory, not the crack in discipline.

As a sibling and friend, he was loyal, teasing, and always present. Today, he’s the one who remembers birthdays without reminders, who shows up with chai when words fail, who knows that love isn’t loud ….. it’s consistent.

His romantic grace wasn’t about grand gestures ….. it was emotional fluency. He’d be the partner who listens without fixing, who understands that affection is a daily rhythm, not a dramatic crescendo.

In family dynamics, Krishna was a tactician of harmony. He’d be the elder who mediates without judgment, the cousin who bridges generations, the son who sees his mother’s fatigue before she says a word.

He protected dignity quietly ….. like the one who shields others from gossip, who defends without drama. Respect, he teaches, isn’t a rule …. it’s a reflex.

And in moments of crisis, he didn’t offer platitudes …… he offered perspective. He’d be the one who says, “Let’s sit,” when everyone else says, “Let’s solve.”

Krishna here isn’t a figure of faith ….. he’s a metaphor for emotional intelligence, relational depth, and everyday grace. The quiet force that turns homes into sanctuaries, conversations into healing, and routines into rituals.

In the chaos of domestic life, perhaps what we need is a little more Krishna.

Who’s the Krishna in your life?

Which moment at home felt like a lesson in grace?