Hidimba-The forest maiden

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The woods were dark and deep. I was in a forest but not my home. This one is darker with no birds only silence. I saw the second man who was in my birthing chambers. The man was old. He had a hideous face with long beard and hair. He was meditating but he knew I was here.

'Sorry dear child your son is no more, your son died for the pride of his father. For the cause of his uncles. You were lucky to have such a great son.''

I was taken aback with his statement. His words were too much to bear but back of my mind I knew something like this was destined

'Will the people remember him as a warrior' I said my eyes filled with tears

My question was left unanswered

I woke up from my dream. I had got the news of the inevitable