"The fragments which are unseen can never be underestimated," ~Author
A protagonist can only narrate his/ her story the best. Beholder of a certain existence could explain with what he or she was bestowed.
Subhadra was a person in her own more than...
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After passing of that dark night a brightly prosperous morning came to make it's remarkable history. The arrival of "Nandlal" was the pleasant piece of discussion for every resident of Nandgaon. Crowd outside of Nand baba's house was cheering in name of Nandlaal. The house was filled with numerous pots of butter as gifts. Everyone was admiring Nandlaal's butter smeared face which was resulted due to feeding of butter.
The auspicious occasion's cheering sounds reached to Kansa's ears. That was the reason his doubt easily shifted towards Nandgaon. He wanted to make himself immortal by wiping the writing of destiny. For that he had only one way, and that was to kill all the newborn children of Braj bhumi who had borned in that dark night.
He allotted this task to a demoness named Putana. She killed all the children except Kanha. After reaching to Kanha salvation had embraced her. After her many other demons came for the same purpose. They all attained the greatest welfare of world, Salvation one by one. With their deaths Kansa got confirm that Kanha is mata Devaki's eighth child.
As Kansa had lost many demon warriors to death he decided to take a short break in attempting to kill his kaal. Yashoda maiya was hell terrorized with whatever happened to Kanha. A woman can be veer mata, but a part of hers always remains sensitive towards the security of her children.
"Destiny have to take the most of the sacrifices from women only. It strengthens their base no doubt. But the severity of pain which they go through during this cycle is something more than tough to describe." Mata stated while looking keenly at sight of Yashoda maiya cuddling one year Kanha.
"Yes, mata. Absolutely right. I know your are worried for Yashoda maiya. But Chinatamani (The one who replaces darkness of tension with glow of his grace, other name of Narayan) himself is with her. He is the one who is the creater and compassionate aura of each virtue. Around him no negativity can be present even in uncleanness of shadow." I told about goodness of Narayan which curved my lips into automatic smile.
"Ohh! Really? Then see what your prabhu is doing." Mata's words made me eyes turn towards earth.
One year Kanha hided himself to avoid taking bath, and Yashoda maiya was finding him. I chuckled at the sight.
With the passage of time little Kanha grew more in age. Each day of Nandgaon used to start with the spirit that today they will witness which mischief of kanha. The proceeding speed of the life cycle was which house would be graced to witness Kanha's antics after getting caught after breaking pots of butter. At last evening comes with the gratitude expressing voices of women of each house in form of evening prayers towards Narayan for his indescribable blessing to Nandgaon in form Kanha.
Like this my prabhu was stepping the stairs of ages and the time was also stepping towards the first aspiring, age changing phenomenon of Dwapar yug.
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