Reading Time: < 1 minuteIn Yashoda’s kitchen, there was one pot kept on the highest shelf. It had been there for years. Nobody touched it. Nobody moved it. It was the very pot young Krishna used to climb up to reach, again and again, trying to steal butter when his mother wasn’t looking. Yashoda
Reading Time: 2 minutesAnanya was not allowed to sleep tonight. This was the rule, and she had been reminding everyone of it since morning. “Even if I fall asleep on the floor,” she told her grandmother, “wake me up. Promise.” “We will wake you,” her grandmother said, smiling, hanging a small string of
Reading Time: 2 minutesStop eyeing those biscuits, beta. Not today. Today we wait. You’re making that face again, the one you make when you think I’m being unfair. Sit, I’ll tell you why. When I was your age, my own grandmother used to fast the whole day on Janmashtami — no rice, no
Reading Time: 2 minutesStop fidgeting and come sit close, it’s getting cold. You know how some nights the moon is so full it makes you restless, makes you want to walk out of the house for no reason at all? That is the kind of night I am going to tell you about.
Reading Time: 3 minutesIn the village of Vrindavan, everyone loved Gopal. He was named Krishna when he was small. When he was still the boy who ran through the village barefoot, stealing butter from clay pots, making the cows follow him just by playing his flute. Every family in Vrindavan knew him. Every
Reading Time: 3 minutesThe prison cell had no window. Vasudeva knew this because he had counted the stones in the wall so many times he could close his eyes and see every one. One hundred and forty-three stones. He had memorised each crack, each dark stain, each place where the mortar had crumbled
Reading Time: 2 minutesYashoda heard it before she saw it. The soft scrape of a wooden stool being dragged across the kitchen floor. Then silence — the particular silence of a child trying very hard not to exist. She stood at the doorway and watched. Krishna was seven years old and standing on
Reading Time: 2 minutesThe night was dark and rainy. Inside a prison in Mathura, Queen Devaki sat quietly on the cold floor. She was about to have her baby. Her husband, Vasudeva, sat beside her. Heavy chains were tied around his hands and feet. Outside the prison, thunder rumbled in the sky. Devaki
Reading Time: < 1 minuteArjun was a brave and skilled warrior. One day, he had to make an important decision. A great war was about to begin. Before the war, Lord Krishna gave Arjun and Duryodhan a choice. He said, “On one side, you can have my powerful army. On the other side, you
Reading Time: 2 minutesIt was a bright morning in Vrindavan, and the gentle breeze carried the sound of Krishna’s flute through the fields.By the Yamuna River, the Gopis, the cowherd girls, were singing songs in praise of Govinda, their beloved Krishna. They had come to the river to bathe and pray for Krishna’s
