Hidimba-The forest maiden

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'Where are going Ghatotkatcha' I said to my two summer old child playfully who was packing his things like he was going on a long journey. In his childish journey he only carried his wooden toys and peaches his favourite fruits

'I will go to my father 'he said in stuttering tone. He was still too young. I hugged my son and said 'No baba don' t go you'll leave me alone '

'I will take you with me ma I will never leave you'