"He does not belong here anymore" whispered Nanda
The sound of Yashoda's sobbing was echoing in the courtyard
Nanda was desperately trying to convince Yashoda.
He was silently thinking "Am I really convinced about it? Well, perhaps this is the best thing to do.?
"Kanna is my Son!" a long yell erupted from Yashoda She was getting hysterical again. Ever since Akrura disclosed the bitter truth the night before, Yashoda has been in a state of shock.
He belongs to Mathura. After all he is the son of the prince" thought Nanda. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. Putting up a brave face, he continued to pacify Yashoda. It was an uphill task. Making a mother believe that her son is not hers after 12 long years is not easy.
Nanda's mind travelled back in time. He saw the baby lying beside Yashoda crying. It felt as if it was yesterday. The whole village was in Jubilation. A baby born to the chief of the village was indeed an occasion for celebration. Nanda's chest broadened with pride and his heart felt heavy with affection Each and every moment in the past 12 years flashed in his mind. He saw the baby taking his first steps, running around thereafter, playing in the backyard, grazing the cows, playing his flute for the first time enchanting the whole village, leading the cowboys and so on. He saw the painful moments when many an evil force tried in vain to harm the boy.
Meanwhile Yashoda was also thinking, "He is my son I raised him I gave him all the love and affection I ever had ,no I must not send him. But what if the people of Madura really need him ".
Yashoda too remembered the past. When Krishna was born and how he grew up into the naughty Krishna he is now. Each and every time he stole butter from gopies or his own kitchen. Also she remembers that every time she ties him to a grinding stone to keep him out of trouble and the times he saves her from demons.
Then she starts weeping again.
Watching the sad state of Nanda and Yashoda, the normal tough...