Hidimba-The forest maiden

19

I was dancing. Dancing to the rhythm of the forest. Melting to the songs of the trees, the streams the sleeping birds and wakeful owl. Like I used to do when I was a little more than three seasons. Like I did at the night with Bheema. Like I did when I was sad. like I did when I was happy. like I did on every occasion of my life.

Somewhere I heard a noise of approaching footsteps. I did nothing. I did not flee. I did not think anything until a hand gripped my waist

A hand same as Bheema but not Bheema

Sahoo stood there his eyes filled with love

'I loved you when I first saw you fighting like a warrior. I wanted you. Marry me my lady. Marry me and I shall make you the happiest woman alive'

I laughed at this

'How do think that I am sad'

'Everyone in the village knows that you only dance when you are sad or happy. You miss him don't you'

'Yes'

'And how about marrying me'

'I cannot I love Bheema he is my love. The love of my life. I could not me with another man. I love him and only him.'

'Ok my lady'