On a green meadow in Gokula, the children were playing tag. The air was filled with laughter and sunlight.
Krishna, his eyes sparkling with joy, ran after Balarama, trying to catch him.

Suddenly, Krishna stopped… and began to eat some earth! 🌿

Balarama: “Krishna! Don’t eat the dirt — your stomach will hurt! If you don’t listen to me, I’ll tell Mother Yashoda!”
But Krishna only smiled mischievously and kept eating the earth.

So Balarama took His little brother by the hand and led Him straight to their mother. Yashoda was busy churning yogurt when they arrived.

Balarama: “Mother Yashoda! Krishna was eating dirt!”

Yashoda: “Krishna?! Is that true? Did you eat earth?”
Krishna looked up at her with His wide, innocent eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Yashoda (sternly): “Krishna, everyone says you did — even Balarama! Tell me the truth!”

Krishna (smiling, shaking His head): “Mother, these boys and My brother Balarama aren’t telling the truth.
While we were playing, Balarama got upset with Me and told the others to make up a story — just to get Me in trouble! If you think they’re right, then look into My mouth. You’ll see for yourself whether I ate any dirt or not.”

Yashoda (suspiciously): “Alright then. Open your mouth, little one. Let me see.”

Krishna pretended to be a bit offended but then sighed and opened His mouth wide.

When Mother Yashoda peered inside, she froze. Inside Krishna’s mouth she saw the entire universe —
the mountains and rivers, the sky and stars, the planets, and all the living beings... She even saw herself, standing there beside her child! ✨

Dizziness swept over her.

Yashoda thought: “What is this? A dream? A vision? Or is my Krishna someone far beyond my understanding? Could He be the Lord Himself — the One who has created all of this: the earth, the stars, the people, the animals, the very air I breathe?”

For a brief moment, she felt the awe of realizing who Krishna truly was — the Supreme Being, the source of everything.

But then she looked again at her little boy — His soft cheeks, His bright smile, His loving eyes —
and in that instant, her motherly heart melted. 💛

All divine visions faded away, leaving only pure love. To her, He was not God — He was her sweet child, her little Krishna. Krishna smiled, wrapping His tiny arms around her.

Mother Yashoda hugged Him tightly, filled with peace and joy. And as the two sat embraced in love, the children of Gokula kept laughing and playing in the meadow, while the gentle wind carried the sound of their happiness across the fields.

In Vrindavan, everyone rejoiced — Nanda and Yashoda had a beautiful baby boy named Krishna. 🌸
But far away in Mathura lived the wicked King Kamsa, who feared that this child would one day destroy him. So he came up with a terrible plan.

Kamsa: “Putana! You can take any form you wish and bring death to infants. Fly to Vrindavan and kill every newborn you find — especially Krishna! We don’t know what He looks like, so destroy every child you see!”

Putana (wickedly): “Yes, my king. I shall do as you command.”

The witch Putana flew to Gokula on the night wind. She went from house to house, stealing and killing innocent babies. At last, she arrived at the home of Mother Yashoda and Nanda Maharaja.

To hide her true form, she transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman — adorned with jewels and wearing a gentle, motherly smile. Everyone thought she was the goddess of fortune herself.

Cowherds (in awe): “What a radiant lady! Surely she has come to bless our child!”

No one stopped her as she entered Yashoda’s home and approached baby Krishna, who lay peacefully in His cradle.

Putana (to herself): “This child… He’s different. There is great power in Him. He must be the one King Kamsa fears. No matter — I will kill Him anyway.”

Krishna closed His eyes. Some say He didn’t want to see the wicked witch. Others say He was ready to accept her as a mother, since she came to offer her breast.

Putana (sweetly): “Ah, what a precious little boy! Come, let me feed you.”

She took Krishna into her arms and offered Him her poisoned breast.

Mother Yashoda and the gopis (whispering): “What a kind woman! She truly cares for our baby.”
But Krishna was no ordinary child.

Instead of dying, He began to nurse — drawing out not only her milk but also her very life.

Putana (screaming): “Aah! O child! Let me go! Let me go!”

Her cries shook the heavens and the earth.

She soared high into the sky with Krishna still in her arms, then crashed down to the ground — revealing her true, terrifying form: a monstrous giantess with fangs and blazing eyes.

Cowherds (in terror): “What is that?! A dreadful witch!”

Yet little Krishna sat calmly on her chest, playing as if nothing had happened.

Gopis (with joy): “Our Krishna is safe! Glory to Lord Vishnu!”

The women bathed Krishna in sacred cow urine, dust from the cows’ hooves, and chanted holy names to protect Him. Then Mother Yashoda took Krishna into her arms and held Him close to her heart.

Mother Yashoda (lovingly): “Now You are safe, my dear son.”

The villagers burned Putana’s enormous body, and to everyone’s surprise, the fire released a fragrance of aguru wood. They realized that even this evil witch had been blessed — for Krishna had accepted her milk.
And those who love Krishna sincerely receive blessings far greater still.

Morning in Gokula was soft — like warm porridge.

The cows jingled their little bells, the gopis sang, and the air was sweet with the scent of milk.

Mother Yashoda held baby Krishna in her arms and hummed a gentle lullaby. 🌸

Mother Yashoda (softly): “My sweet one, my moon-faced darling… are You awake?”

Krishna (babbling): “Goo-goo! Ma-ma!”

Just then, Nanda Maharaja entered the courtyard, smiling.

Nanda Maharaja: “So many duties await today… yet when I see Him, my heart finds rest.”

But far away in Mathura, wicked King Kamsa was once again plotting to harm baby Krishna. His servant, the demon of the wind — Trinavarta — could stir up terrible dust storms and carry away infants. Kamsa summoned him to his palace.

Kamsa (angrily): “This child Krishna haunts my mind! Trinavarta, fly to Gokula, find that boy — and destroy Him!”

Trinavarta (darkly whispering): “I am the wind — unseen, unstoppable. I’ll snatch Him away into the sky!”
In Gokula, the day began with a soft breeze.

Then the wind grew stronger… and stronger still. Dust swirled, leaves spun, and the sun hid behind a hazy curtain.

Sound: shhhhh… whoooosh… ffffff…

Gopis (worried): “What’s happening? Where’s the light? Protect the children!”

Cowherds: “Stay near the houses! Cover your eyes!”
(Play idea: wave a scarf to make a “dust storm,” or move a flashlight to mimic swirling light.)

Mother Yashoda (covering Krishna): “Don’t be afraid, my child. It’ll be over soon.”

But we know this was no ordinary storm — it was Trinavarta! Invisible, he crept close, and in a sudden gust — whoosh! — he snatched baby Krishna up into the air.

Trinavarta (gleefully): “Now you are mine!”

Krishna (calmly): “Agu!”

The storm darkened like a heavy blanket. The courtyard disappeared in dust.

Mother Yashoda (in despair): “Krishna! Krishna! Where are You? O Lord, protect my baby!”

Gopis (crying and calling out):
— “We’ll find Him!”
— “Look under the bed!”
— “Check by the door!”
— “O Vishnu, please save Him!”

High above the clouds, Trinavarta spun wildly, holding Krishna tight. But suddenly, something changed.

Trinavarta (alarmed): “Why… why is He getting heavier? I am the wind! I’ve lifted trees, houses — even boulders!”

Krishna grew heavier… like a sack of grain… like a cow… like the mighty Govardhana Hill itself.

Trinavarta (panicking): “I… I can’t hold Him! He’s pulling me down!”

Krishna (softly, yet firmly): “Agu! Time to return to the earth.”

Krishna’s tiny hand touched the demon’s throat. The storm began to fade — the sky cleared, and the air stilled.

Trinavarta (gasping): “A-a-a-ah!”

With a thunderous crash, the demon fell from the sky. BOOM! The ground shook.

When the dust settled, everyone saw — little Krishna sitting peacefully on the demon’s chest, smiling as if nothing had happened.

Cowherds (shouting): “Krishna! He’s safe!”

Gopis (through tears of joy): “Glory! Glory! Our child has returned!”

Nanda Maharaja and Mother Yashoda ran toward Krishna with the people of Gokula.

Mother Yashoda (weeping, hugging Krishna): “My son, my heart! I’ll never let You out of my sight again!”

Mother Yashoda stood in her cozy kitchen, churning butter.

Her face glowed with love as she saw her little son Krishna toddle over, rubbing his sleepy eyes. 💛

Krishna (whining): “Mama, I’m hungry! Give me some milk!”

Yashoda (smiling): “Of course, my little one. Come here.”

She sat down and began to nurse baby Krishna. But suddenly, she smelled the milk boiling over on the stove.

Yashoda (alarmed): “Oh no! The milk is spilling!”

Gently placing Krishna aside, she hurried to save the pot. Left alone, Krishna’s eyes filled with anger and tears.

He picked up a small stone, broke the pot of butter, and scooped out the creamy butter with His tiny hands. Then, hiding in a corner, He began eating — pretending to cry at the same time.

After finishing, Krishna tiptoed into the pantry, where more pots of fresh butter hung high from the ceiling. To reach them, He climbed up onto a wooden mortar. He began to eat and also shared the butter with the monkeys outside.

Krishna (laughing): “Eat, my friends! This is the best butter in all of Gokula!”

When Yashoda returned, she saw the broken pot and the spilled yogurt.

Yashoda: “Ah, these are surely the tricks of my naughty little boy!”

She took a small stick and went looking for Him. Peeking into the pantry, she saw Krishna feeding butter to the monkeys, happily giggling.

Yashoda (sternly): “Krishna! There you are!”

Krishna turned, saw the stick in her hand, jumped down from the mortar, and ran as fast as His tiny feet could carry Him. The monkeys, terrified, ran too!

Krishna (running and crying): “Mama, I won’t do it again!”

Mother Yashoda chased after Him — and though He was quick, her love was quicker. She finally caught Him. Krishna trembled, tears glistening on His cheeks, realizing He would be punished for His mischief.

Krishna (through tears): “Mother, I won’t do it again!”

Yashoda (thinking): “Oh, He’s so frightened… I can’t hurt Him. I’ll throw this stick away. But still, I must teach Him somehow not to be so naughty.”

Then she smiled.

“I know! I’ll tie Him to this mortar for a little while.”

She brought a rope to tie Krishna, but it turned out to be two fingers too short. She added another piece — still too short. She tied a third rope — and it was again two fingers short!

Yashoda (astonished): “How can this be?!”

She kept trying, again and again, her hands trembling, her forehead damp with sweat.

Yashoda (breathing heavily): “O Krishna… what am I to do with You?”

Seeing how exhausted His mother was, Krishna felt compassion.

Krishna (thinking): “My mother loves Me so much. She’s trying with all her heart to bind Me —
but no rope can bind the Lord of the Universe… Still, out of her pure love, I will let her tie Me.”

And then, finally, the ropes joined together perfectly. Mother Yashoda tied Krishna to the overturned mortar, smiled tenderly, and went back to her chores. Krishna sat quietly for a moment… then looked toward two tall trees in the courtyard.

Krishna (to Himself): “These trees aren’t ordinary. They are the sons of Kubera — Nalakuvara and Manigriva — cursed to stand here for many lifetimes. Sage Narada promised they would be freed by Me.
I love My devotees, and I shall keep that promise.”

Still bound to the mortar, Krishna crawled toward the trees and tugged with His strength.

The heavy mortar rolled and CRASH! — both trees fell with a thunderous sound.

From their broken trunks emerged two radiant beings.

Nalakuvara and Manigriva (bowing): “O Lord, thank You for Your mercy! You have freed us from our curse. We are forever grateful to You, Lord Krishna.”

Krishna smiled, radiant and calm, and returned to His play — as if nothing had happened at all.

Peace filled Gokula once more, and Mother Yashoda’s heart overflowed with joy for her playful, miraculous little son.

The Story of Dhenukasura

After the strange events in Gokula, the cowherd families moved to Vrindavan — a peaceful place full of soft grass and the cool shade of Govardhana Hill.

Krishna and Balarama had grown up a little and now helped to take care of the calves.

Nanda Maharaja: “It’s peaceful here. Children, graze the calves nearby and play together!”

Krishna (cheerfully): “Alright, Father! Come on, Balarama!”

Balarama: “Let’s go, brother! Don’t forget the flutes!”

The boys played as they walked — jumping over streams, rolling fruits like balls, pretending to be cows and bulls.

Cowherd boys (laughing): “Krishna, catch! Balarama, look what I can do!”

Krishna: “Hey calves, don’t wander too far!”
But danger was near. The demon Vatsasura, sent by King Kamsa, had transformed himself into a calf and quietly slipped into the herd.

Vatsasura (whispering): “I’ll get closer… they’ll never suspect a thing. When the time is right, I’ll destroy them both!”

But Krishna could not be fooled. He knew every calf by name — and, after all, He is the Supreme Lord.

Krishna (whispering to Balarama): “Brother, do you see that ‘calf’? He’s not one of ours. That’s Vatsasura, the demon Kamsa sent to harm Us.”

Balarama (nodding): “Alright, Krishna. You take care of him, and I’ll look after the boys.”

Krishna walked closer, pretending not to notice. Then suddenly, He grabbed the “calf” by the hind legs and tail!

Krishna (firmly): “Enough hiding, Vatsasura! I know who you are!”

He spun the demon around — once, twice, three times — and threw him high into a tree. CRASH!

The branches shook, and the demon fell lifeless to the ground.

Cowherd boys (cheering): “Hooray! Krishna has saved us!”

Voices of the demigods (from the sky): “Showers of flowers! Jaya!” 🌸✨

Balarama (proudly): “Well done, brother! Children, don’t be afraid. Let’s continue grazing our calves.”


The Story of Bakasura


One bright day, the boys led the calves to the River Yamuna. They drank the cool water and rested on the grassy bank.

Cowherd boy: “Ah, it’s so peaceful here by the river…”

Another boy: “Look! What a huge bird flying toward us!”

Suddenly, a monstrous black-and-white crane swooped down — Bakasura, another servant of the evil King Kamsa.

Cowherd boys (terrified): “Ah! It’s enormous! Krishna, watch out!”

The demon seized Krishna in his sharp beak and tried to swallow Him whole.

Balarama (frozen, whispering): “Brother…”

But in the demon’s throat, Krishna’s divine energy began to blaze like fire. Unable to bear the heat, Bakasura spat Him out — then lunged again, spreading his enormous beak wide.

Bakasura (furious): “I will eat You!”

Krishna (calmly): “No. You won’t.”

Krishna caught both halves of the beak with His little hands and pulled them apart — as easily as a child splits a blade of grass. The giant bird fell lifeless on the riverbank.

Cowherd boys (in awe, whispering): “He’s won! Krishna is alive!”

Balarama (running to Him, embracing): “Thank the Lord! Come, let’s go back to the others.”

Voices of the demigods (from the sky): “Flowers for the hero! Tuuu-ru-ru!”

The friends hugged Krishna one by one, gathered the calves, and headed home.

Cowherd boy: “Krishna, we were so frightened…”

Krishna (gently): “It’s alright now. I’m here.”

At home, the children told everyone what had happened.

Gopis (joyfully): “What wonderful pastimes of our Krishna! He protects us all!”

Nanda Maharaja: “We thank the Lord for His mercy.”

Mother Yashoda (holding Krishna): “My son, go wash up and have your meal. Then you may play again.”

Krishna (smiling): “Yes, Mother.”

And so, Krishna and Balarama spent their happy days in Vrindavan — herding calves, playing with their friends, and protecting all who loved Them.

Whoever listens to these stories and chants Krishna’s holy names will find peace in the heart — and their love for the Lord will grow ever brighter.

Early in the morning, Krishna blew His horn.

Krishna: “Too-ru-ru! Wake up, my friends!”

Cowherd boys (cheerfully): “We’re coming! We’re coming!”

The boys took their flutes and baskets of food and, together with the calves, set off into the forest.

They decorated themselves with flowers, leaves, and peacock feathers.

Boy 1: “Look, I’ve painted myself with red clay!”

Boy 2: “And I made a flower garland!”

They played all along the way — tossing their food baskets, chasing the shadows of birds, and imitating monkeys and cuckoos.

Krishna (laughing): “Whoever catches Me is the winner!”

Balarama: “I’ll be the first to tag Krishna!”

But that day, another demon came to Vrindavan — Aghasura, the brother of Putana and Bakasura, whom Krishna had already defeated.

Burning with revenge and eager to please King Kamsa, Aghasura took the form of a monstrous serpent.
He was so huge that his lower lip rested on the earth, and his upper lip touched the clouds!

Aghasura (growling): “Ha-ha! Here I am at last!

I won’t just swallow Krishna — first, I’ll devour all His little friends.
Then, when He comes to rescue them, I’ll swallow Him too!”
To hide, he stretched himself out like a giant hill, and his wide-open mouth looked like a dark cave.

Cowherd boy (curiously): “Look, is that a cave… or a mouth?”

Another boy: “What a terrible smell! It must be some kind of monster!”

Cowherd boys (laughing and clapping): “But Krishna will protect us! Let’s see what it is — come on, let’s go inside!”

And one by one, the boys and their calves walked straight into the serpent’s open mouth.
When Krishna saw His friends disappearing, He immediately understood what was happening.

Krishna (thinking): “I must protect them!”

He entered the serpent’s mouth Himself.
Aghasura tried to shut it, trapping everyone inside — but suddenly, Krishna began to grow… and grow… and grow!

Aghasura (choking): “A-a-ah! I can’t… breathe!”

Krishna filled the entire body of the serpent, and the demon’s life force was squeezed out of him.
With a mighty crash, Aghasura’s enormous body fell lifeless to the ground.
Then Krishna brought His friends and the calves back to life and led them safely out.

Cowherd boys (shouting joyfully, hugging Krishna): “Hooray! Krishna saved us!”

Voices of the demigods (from the sky): “Jaya! Glory to Krishna!”

Flowers rained down from the heavens, and the sound of conch shells and drums filled the air.
Thus, Krishna saved His beloved friends from the dreadful serpent Aghasura.

And the cowherd boys felt so happy with Him that they forgot all about fear — because in Krishna’s company, there was only joy, laughter, and love

After Krishna saved His friends from the serpent Aghasura, He smiled and said:

Krishna: “My dear friends, look at this beautiful place by the Yamuna!

The lotus flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, the cuckoos are calling, and the peacocks are dancing.
Let’s sit here on the soft sand and have our lunch. Let the calves graze and drink water while we enjoy our meal.”

Cowherd boys (together): “Yes! What a wonderful idea!”

They sat down in a circle, and Krishna sat in the center — like the heart of a lotus. They opened their baskets of food, shared everything with each other, joked, and laughed. Krishna held a morsel of rice mixed with yogurt and fruit in His hand, and every boy around Him felt that he was the most fortunate of all.

While they were eating, they didn’t notice that the calves had wandered far away.

Cowherd boy (alarmed): “Krishna! The calves are gone!”

Krishna: “Don’t worry, my friends. Keep eating — I’ll find them.”

Holding His little handful of food, Krishna went to look for the calves. But they had disappeared. At that moment, far above the earth, the great Lord Brahma, the creator of the universe, looked down. He had seen how Krishna defeated the mighty Aghasura and was astonished.

Brahma (to himself): “Can this little boy truly be the Supreme Lord, as they say? It’s hard to believe. Let me test Him and see what happens…”

And with his mystic power, while Krishna was away, Brahma stole all the calves and boys and hid them inside a cave.

Krishna (gently): “Neither the calves nor My friends are here. Ah… I see. This must be Brahma’s trick. But I can’t let the mothers in Vrindavan grieve. I shall create new boys and calves — exactly as they were.”

In that instant, thousands of Krishna’s forms appeared — each one identical to the original boys and calves. Every smile, every voice, every tiny gesture — all perfectly the same. ✨

(Play tip: you can use the same figures again, pretending they’re Krishna’s divine copies.)

When the boys returned home that evening, their mothers hugged them tightly and fed them milk —
but in truth, they were hugging Krishna Himself.

The cows licked their calves with love — but they were showing affection to Krishna in those forms.

Mothers (joyfully): “Oh, my dear son, how happy I am to see you!”

Cows: “Moooo!”

The love of the mothers and cows grew stronger than ever — because unknowingly, they were loving the Supreme Lord Himself.

And thus a whole year passed on Earth. One day, Balarama noticed something strange. Even the cows that had older calves suddenly ran down from the hill to embrace the younger ones. Their affection seemed boundless.

The parents, too, were overcome with tender love for their sons — far beyond anything before.

Balarama (astonished): “Brother Krishna, this is no ordinary wonder. I’ve never seen anyone loved like this in all of Vrindavan! Tell me — what’s happening here?”

Krishna (smiling): “Yes, Balarama, you’ve understood. That day, Brahma took away the real calves and boys.
So that no one would feel sorrow, I became every calf and every boy Myself.”

For Brahma, only a moment had passed, but on Earth, an entire year had gone by. He quickly returned to see the result of his “little prank.”

But when he arrived… he was speechless. Everything was exactly as before — the same boys, the same calves, and Krishna still standing there with a bite of food in His left hand, as if no time had passed at all.

Brahma (confused): “But… I took them all! How can they be here again?!”

Then, before his eyes, every boy and calf transformed — each one became a radiant Vishnu form, with four arms, a shining crown, a lotus, a conch, a discus, and a mace.

The whole scene was filled with countless divine forms, each one emanating light and spiritual bliss.

(Play tip: use the Vishnu cut-outs from your add-on set for this part.)

Brahma (in awe): “This is no illusion… This is truly the Supreme Lord Himself! I am only His servant.”

Descending from his swan carrier, Brahma bowed down flat like a golden stick before Krishna. Tears streamed from his eyes as he washed the Lord’s feet with his tears.

Brahma: “O Lord, please forgive my foolish trick! Even I, the creator of the universe, could not understand Your greatness. You are the Supreme One — and all that exists is but Your divine energy.”

And so Brahma realized that the little boy of Vrindavan, who played and laughed and shared His lunch with friends, was in truth the Original Supreme Lord — the One who creates, sustains, and loves every living being.

When Krishna and His older brother Balarama grew a little older, reaching the age of six, Mother Yashoda and Nanda Maharaja entrusted them with herding the cows.

Each morning, the two brothers, together with their friends, went out into Vrindavan — a beautiful forest filled with flowers, birds, and sweet fragrances.

The earth rejoiced beneath their feet, and the trees bowed low under the weight of ripe fruits, as if offering them in devotion.

Krishna (smiling): “Brother, look! Even the trees, the bees, and the peacocks greet us. It’s as if they are saying, ‘We are so happy to see you!’”

Balarama: “Yes, Krishna. Everything here seems to live only to serve us and bring us joy.”

The boys played happily, whistling on their flutes and decorating themselves with flowers. Krishna called to the cows, knowing each one by name.

Sometimes, when Balarama grew tired, He would rest His head on a friend’s lap, and Krishna would lovingly fan Him with broad green leaves. All the children laughed, wrestled, and jumped around — and Krishna played among them just like an ordinary boy.

Friend Sridama: “Dear Krishna, dear Balarama! Listen! Not far from here is the forest of Talavana.It’s full of sweet palm fruits — their fragrance fills the air! But no one dares to go there, for a terrible donkey demon named Dhenuka and his companions live among the trees.”

Friend Subala: “Yes! Everyone is afraid to enter that forest. But we so much want to taste those fruits!
Only you two could defeat the demon.”

Krishna (smiling): “Well then, brother, shall we make our friends happy?”

Balarama: “Of course! Let’s go.”

They entered the Talavana forest.

Balarama shook one of the tall palm trees with great strength, and the ripe fruits fell to the ground with a thud. Hearing the sound, Dhenukasura the donkey demon came charging out. His hooves struck the earth so hard that the trees trembled as if from an earthquake.

Dhenukasura (roaring): “Who dares to shake my trees?”

The demon rushed at Balarama and struck Him with his hind legs.

But Balarama caught him by the legs, spun him around, and hurled him high into the top of a palm tree.

The demon’s body was so heavy that it broke the tree, and several others crashed down with it.

The other donkey demons, Dhenuka’s friends, now attacked. But Krishna and Balarama seized them one by one, spun them around, and threw them onto the trees as well. Before long, the whole forest lay quiet — purified of evil.

From the heavens came a shower of flowers.

Drums and conch shells sounded as the demigods rejoiced, praising Krishna and Balarama. From that day on, the people of Vrindavan could again gather the sweet fruits of Talavana, and the animals returned to graze peacefully in the green meadows.

Whenever the boys of Vrindavan remembered this story, their hearts filled with joy, and their love for Krishna and Balarama grew ever deeper.

By the river Yamuna in Vrindavan there was a dark, poisoned pool. For many years, a wicked black serpent named Kaliya had lived there. His venom had polluted the water so much that birds fell from the sky, the grass and trees withered, and even the cows risked death if they drank from it.

Krishna saw this and decided to protect Vrindavan.

Krishna (looking at the river): “The Yamuna must be pure again. I will drive out this evil.”

On the bank stood a single living tree — a kadamba, with golden ball-shaped flowers. They said divine drops had saved it from the poison.

Krishna tightened His belt, clapped His hands like a wrestler preparing for battle, and climbed up onto one of its branches.

Krishna: “Yamuna, here I come!”

He leapt into the center of the pool. The water splashed so high it seemed a mountain had fallen into the river. Krishna swam like a mighty elephant, and the sound echoed through all of Vrindavan.

Then Kaliya appeared.

Kaliya (hissing, raising his heads): “Who dares to disturb my water?!”

He saw a beautiful boy — wearing yellow garments, smiling softly — but Kaliya’s heart was cruel.
He lunged at Krishna, wrapping Him in his countless coils.

On the riverbank gathered all the residents of Vrindavan — Mother Yashoda, Father Nanda Maharaja, the gopis, the cowherd boys, and the cows — all trembling with fear for Krishna.

Gopis (in terror): “Krishna! Krishna!”

Cows (lowing sadly): “Moo-oo… mooo…”

Nanda Maharaja: “Where is Balarama? Krishna is alone — help Him!”
The people wanted to rush into the water, but only Balarama remained calm, holding everyone back.

Balarama (peacefully): “Do not fear. My brother is stronger than any serpent.”

Mother Yashoda: “My son!... My dear son!”

For two long hours, Krishna remained within the serpent’s coils. He could see His loved ones fainting from fear on the riverbank.

Krishna (quietly): “That’s enough tears. My dear Vrindavan is weeping for Me. It’s time to end this.”

Krishna began to expand His form.The coils loosened. Kaliya hissed, black smoke pouring from his nostrils, eyes glowing like burning coals.

Kaliya (furious): “I’ll devour you!”

But Krishna moved gracefully around him — circling like Garuda, the king of birds. The serpent grew weaker, dizzy from his own fury. Then Krishna leapt onto his hoods.

Krishna: “One, two, three!”

And Krishna began to dance upon the serpent’s heads.The jewels on Kaliya’s crowns sparkled, and the soles of Krishna’s feet glowed pink in their reflected light.

From the heavens poured showers of flowers. Conch shells and drums resounded. The demigods began to play music in rhythm with Krishna’s divine dance.

Demigods (calling from the sky): “Glory! Glory to the Supreme Lord Krishna!”

Every time Kaliya tried to lift a new head, Krishna’s gentle yet powerful step pressed it down again.
The venom flowed from his mouths, and with it, his anger was washed away.

At last, the serpent lay exhausted. Kaliya’s wives — the Naga-patnis — rushed to the shore with their children.

Naga-patnis (pleading): “O Lord Krishna, You punish and forgive with equal kindness. Please forgive our husband. Though he was wicked, Your feet have touched his heads — what greater blessing could there be?We know You are the protector of all. Spare him for our sake.”

They bowed low, their eyes filled with tears. Krishna heard their prayers.

Kaliya (weakly): “O Lord, I was born a serpent and filled with anger. I cannot change by myself. I surrender to You — punish or forgive me as You wish.”

Krishna: “Leave this place and go to the ocean. Take your family and treasures with you. Never again poison the Yamuna — it belongs to My cows and My friends. And see these marks on your hoods? They are the signs of My feet — when Garuda sees them, he will not harm you.”

Kaliya: “Thank You, my Lord.”

Kaliya and his family brought gifts to Krishna — garlands, fruits, ornaments, and sandal paste — then departed peacefully.

The waters of the Yamuna became clear and bright again. Fish leapt joyfully, birds returned to their nests, and the trees came back to life.

Cowherd boys (rejoicing): “Hooray! Krishna has won!”

Cows: “Moo-oo!”

Mother Yashoda (embracing Krishna): “My dear boy!”

Balarama (smiling): “I told you so.”

Thus Krishna purified the river — and the hearts of all who lived nearby. Vrindavan once again filled with fragrance and song, and the children played by the sparkling Yamuna, remembering the day their beloved friend danced upon the heads of the serpent Kaliya.

One day, the young cowherd boys drove their herds into the forest to graze. After letting the cows wander, they began to play together.

Krishna (joyfully): “How beautiful this forest is! The bees are humming, the peacocks are calling, and the birds are singing!”

Balarama (excitedly): “Look! The birds are flying from branch to branch, and their shadows dance across the ground!”

Madhumangala (mischievously): “Hey! What if we catch a bird’s shadow with our feet — will the bird stop flying?”

Subala (laughing): “Let’s try it! Let’s chase their shadows!”
The boys ran, laughing, after the fluttering shadows, while the cows grazed peacefully nearby.

Cow 1 (happily): “Look at that lush green grass on the next meadow! Moo!”

Cow 2: “Let’s go taste it! Moo!”

The cows wandered off from one meadow to another, each patch greener than the last, until they went deep into the forest and got lost among the tall reeds.
Meanwhile, the boys suddenly realized the cows were gone.

Krishna (seriously): “We’ve been playing too long — we forgot our cows!”

Balarama (worried): “Where could they have gone?”

Krishna (concerned): “How could we lose them?”

Balarama (bravely): “Come on! Let’s go find them!”
The boys began searching everywhere, calling out, but couldn’t find the cows.

Balarama (excitedly): “Look! Here are hoofprints in the soil!”

Krishna: “Let’s follow them — they’ll lead us there!”
Following the tracks, they went deeper and deeper into the forest.

Krishna (calling out): “Harini! Hasini! Where are you, my cows?”

Cow 1 (joyfully): “That’s Krishna’s voice! Moo!”

Cow 2: “Krishna, we’re here! Moo!”

Krishna (affectionately): “My dear ones! Come, let’s go home!”

Balarama (relieved): “Thank goodness we found you!”
But just then, flames began to rise around them — a great forest fire had broken out!

Madhumangala (frightened): “Fire! Fire! The flames are all around us!”

Subala (panicking): “It’s getting closer — we can’t escape!”

Cow 1: “The heat is burning us! Moo!”

Cow 2: “I’m scared! Moo!”

Subala (pleading): “O Krishna! O mighty hero! O Balarama, whose strength knows no bounds!”

Madhumangala (desperate): “Please, save Your faithful friends from this terrible fire!”

Subala: “We have no refuge but You!”

Madhumangala: “Krishna, don’t let Your friends perish!”

Krishna (calmly): “Close your eyes — and do not be afraid.”

The boys and cows shut their eyes tightly. And then the Supreme Lord opened His mouth — and swallowed the raging fire.

Krishna (smiling): “That’s it. There’s nothing to fear now. Open your eyes.”

Madhumangala (astonished): “It’s true! The fire is gone!”

Subala (in awe): “This is a miracle! Krishna, You’ve shown us Your divine power!”

Madhumangala: “Only God could do something like this!”

Subala: “But… Krishna can’t be God — He’s just our friend, a simple cowherd boy!”

Madhumangala: “Of course! But still — the fire vanished!”

Subala (thinking): “Maybe He’s a demigod? The elements obey the demigods!”

Madhumangala (proudly): “Exactly! And since He’s our friend, that makes us demigods too! That explains my greatness!”

Subala (laughing): “Then we’re all demigods — masters of the elements!”

The sun was setting, painting the sky with gold. Krishna and Balarama led the cows home.

Krishna (laughing): “Come on, demigods! Let’s go home before our mothers start to worry!”

On the way, the boys praised their friend.

Madhumangala (admiringly): “Krishna, You’re amazing!”

Subala (excitedly): “As soon as we closed our eyes, the fire disappeared!”

Madhumangala (proudly): “Our Krishna can do anything!”

Subala (happily): “How lucky we are to have a friend like Him!”

Cow 1 (gratefully): “Thank You, Krishna, for saving us! Moo!”

Cow 2 (tenderly): “We’ll give You our sweetest milk! Moo!”

Balarama: “Krishna, play Your flute for us!”

Krishna lifted His flute and played a soft, gentle melody. The forest glowed with peace once more, and all the fears and troubles of the day melted away in the sweetness of His song.

Summer in Vrindavan was unlike any other. The sun shone brightly, yet its warmth was gentle. Cool breezes blew from the waterfalls, streams murmured softly, lotuses bloomed, and cranes circled in the sky.

Peacocks spread their jeweled tails and danced, while cuckoos sang in many tones. All of Vrindavan was like a vast garden of joy. Amid this beauty, Krishna and Balarama played with Their cowherd friends.

Boys (singing and clapping): “Krishna, how beautifully You dance! Balarama, try to catch Him if You can!”

They wove garlands from forest flowers, rubbed their bodies with saffron paste, wrestled, leapt, and laughed till they fell to the ground. Sometimes they imitated deer, sometimes birds, and sometimes croaked like frogs — bursting into laughter at their own noise.

Krishna (smiling): “My dear friends, you sing and dance so wonderfully!”

At that very moment, a stranger entered their circle — the demon Pralambasura, who had disguised himself as a cowherd boy.

He looked just like the others, but his heart was filled with evil.

Pralambasura (to himself, whispering): “I’ll trick them all. First, I’ll carry Balarama far, far away and kill Him. Then I’ll come back for Krishna and the rest.”

But Krishna immediately recognized him — for no one can fool the Supreme Lord.

Krishna (with a gentle smile): “Dear friend, how nice that you’ve joined us! Let’s play a game — we’ll divide into two teams. The winners will ride on the backs of the losers!”

The boys cheered and quickly split into two groups — one for Krishna and one for Balarama. They began to wrestle joyfully, shouting, laughing, and tumbling in the grass.

Shridama (eagerly): “Hold me tight, Krishna!”

When the games ended, Balarama, Shridama, and Vrishabha were the winners.

Krishna (laughing): “Looks like I have to carry you, Shridama!”

Krishna lifted his friend onto His back. The other boys did the same. Pralambasura took Balarama — the very one he planned to kidnap. As they walked, the demon began moving faster and faster.

Pralambasura (to himself, darkly): “The farther we go, the better… soon, I’ll strike Him down!”

But as he carried Balarama, he began to feel something strange — Balarama’s body grew heavier and heavier, as if He were carrying a mountain.

The demon’s back started to bend, his knees trembled, and he realized he could no longer hide his power.
Suddenly, his disguise vanished.

Before Balarama stood a giant — his body dark as a thundercloud, his eyes blazing like fire, his teeth gleaming, and a golden helmet shining on his head.

Balarama (calm but firm): “Ah, so this is who you really are — a demon who thought he could steal Me away. Well then… let’s see who is stronger.”

There’s a reason He is called Bala-rama — “Rama of great strength.”

Bala means power — and Balarama possessed it in full.

He gathered His might, and His arm shone like lightning in the hands of Indra.

Balarama (commanding): “Take this!”

He struck Pralambasura right on the head.

Pralambasura (screaming): “A-a-ahhh!”

The demon staggered and fell to the ground with a crash that shook the forest, like a mountain collapsing.
Hearing the thunderous sound, the boys ran toward it. They saw the lifeless demon and Balarama, standing radiant and unharmed.

Boys (cheering, embracing Balarama): “You did it! You did it! You’re safe — our hero!”

They laughed and hugged Him with joy. From the heavens rained showers of flowers. Conch shells and drums resounded — the demigods above rejoiced, praising the glorious deeds of Krishna and His brother Balarama.


Demigods (singing): “All glories to Balarama! Glory to the protector of Vrindavan!”

Thus Balarama defeated the demon Pralambasura, freeing Vrindavan from another danger.
The cowherd boys continued to play and sing, now looking at Balarama with pride, chanting:

Boys (together): “Balarama — our hero! Balarama — our hero!”

One sunny morning in Vrindavan, the cowherd men were busy preparing for a big festival. They were churning butter, boiling milk, making sweets, and decorating everything beautifully.

Krishna came to His father, Nanda Maharaja.

Krishna (sweetly): Father, may I ask — what is this festival for? Why are we worshipping Indra, the king of heaven?

Nanda Maharaja (smiling): My dear son, we are simple cowherds. We depend on rain for grass, and cows need grass to live. So, we worship Indra, who sends the rains.

Krishna: But Father, look — the rain falls on Govardhan Hill. Govardhan gives us grass, trees, fruits, and shelter. Shouldn’t we worship Govardhan instead?

Nanda Maharaja (thinking): Hmm… that makes sense, my son. But we have already prepared everything for Indra’s worship.

Krishna (cheerfully): Then let’s offer everything to Govardhan! He feeds our cows, and our cows are our life!

Nanda Maharaja agreed, and everyone in Vrindavan began to prepare offerings for Govardhan Hill. There were pots of sweet rice, piles of samosas, laddus, butter, yogurt, and rivers of milk and honey. The gopis dressed in colorful saris and decorated their hair with flowers.

Mother Yashoda and Rohini bathed Krishna and Balarama, dressed them in new silk clothes, and placed shining jewelry on Their necks and hands. Even the cows were decorated — their horns painted gold and covered with garlands.

Then everyone set out for Govardhan Hill, singing and playing drums and flutes.

Gopis (singing): Krishna Govinda Gopala Nandalal,Krishna Govinda Gopala Nandalal!

When they arrived, Govardhan Hill suddenly grew higher and higher — so tall that it touched the clouds!

Villagers (amazed): Oh! Govardhan has become alive!

Krishna (smiling): Yes! Govardhan is a great devotee. Let’s bow down and worship Him!

Everyone offered their food, sweets, and flowers. Then, something wonderful happened — Govardhan opened a giant mouth and began to eat everything!

Govardhan (in a deep voice): Aniyor! Aniyor! (More! More!)

The villagers were surprised — all the food was gone!

Krishna (calmly): Offer Him a single Tulasi leaf.
As soon as a Tulasi leaf was placed before Him, Govardhan smiled.

Govardhan: Now I am satisfied.

Then Govardhan disappeared — and suddenly, all the food reappeared again! It had become sacred prasadam — food blessed by Krishna Himself.

Krishna: Now share this prasadam with everyone — with the brahmanas, the villagers, the animals, even the dogs! No one should be hungry today.

And so they did. Everyone ate happily — cows, children, men, women — the whole of Vrindavan was filled with joy.

From that day on, the people of Vrindavan worshipped Govardhan Hill every year, remembering how Krishna taught them to love and serve nature, cows, and each other — with gratitude and devotion.

One day, Indra — the king of heaven and lord of rain — found out that the people of Vrindavan had stopped their yearly sacrifice for him.

Instead, they had worshiped Govardhan Hill — just as Krishna had told them.

Indra (angrily): Where is my offering? Every year they worship me! And now they give everything to a hill and to cows? How dare they!

In his fury, Indra called for the most powerful storm cloud in the universe — Samvartaka, the cloud of destruction.

Indra (commanding): Samvartaka! Go to Vrindavan. Bring thunder, lightning, and endless rain. Destroy everything there! The sky darkened. Winds howled. Lightning split the clouds. Rain poured down in torrents, flooding every path and house.

Nanda Maharaja: Everyone, quick! Take shelter!

The frightened villagers ran to Krishna and Balarama.

Villagers (crying): O Krishna! O Balarama! Indra is angry! Please save us and our cows!

Krishna (calmly smiling): Don’t be afraid. Go to Govardhan Hill. He accepted our worship, and he will protect us.

Then Krishna raised His left hand and — as easily as lifting a flower — lifted Govardhan Hill with His little finger! He held it high like a giant umbrella, and all of Vrindavan — people, cows, children — took shelter beneath it.

Krishna (lovingly): Dear Mother, dear Father, everyone — come under this hill. Do not fear. Govardhan will keep you safe.

Everyone came under the hill. There was enough space for all.

Balarama (calling): Shridama, Subala, Madhumangala — hold your sticks and help Krishna!

Krishna (laughing): Don’t worry — Govardhan is floating by My will. It’s no burden to Me!

Mother Yashoda (worried): Oh my dear son! How can You hold such a heavy hill with that tiny soft hand? Please, Govardhan, be light for my Krishna!

Madhumangala (chuckling): Mother Yashoda, it’s not hard for Him! Thanks to Indra, we can stay close to Krishna for seven whole days!

Everyone laughed, played, and sang beneath the hill. Krishna smiled, sometimes teasing His friends, sometimes glancing lovingly at the gopis.

When He began to play His flute, the sound melted every heart.

Madhumangala (worried): Krishna! Stop the flute! Even stones melt when You play — Govardhan might faint!

Krishna laughed again, and the villagers felt peaceful and safe. For seven days and nights, Krishna held Govardhan Hill. The storm could not harm them. Indra’s pride was broken. Finally, exhausted, the storm cloud Samvartaka disappeared. The sky cleared. The sun shone again.

Krishna (cheerfully): The rain is over! You can all come out now!

The villagers, cows, and children came out, singing in joy.

Then Indra, ashamed of his anger, came with Surabhi, the sacred mother of cows.

Surabhi (softly): Krishna, please forgive Indra. He regrets his pride.

Indra (bowing): O Lord! Please forgive me, foolish and proud as I am. You are the Supreme, and I am Your servant.

Krishna (smiling kindly): I forgive you, Indra. No one was harmed. And I’m happy — these seven days with My dear Vrindavan were My greatest joy.

Then Surabhi bathed Krishna with her milk, Indra’s elephant Airavata poured sacred water, and the demigods showered flowers from the sky.

When they left, Mother Yashoda came and said:

Yashoda (suspiciously): What happened here? Who made all this mess of flowers and water?

Madhumangala (excited): Oh Mother! So many strange beings came! One had eyes all over his body! Another had four heads! And there was even a talking cow!

Yashoda (rolling her eyes): A talking cow? You boys have such wild imaginations! Come, let’s perform our own arati for my little Krishna — without all these four-headed storytellers!

Everyone laughed. The villagers sang, danced, and showered Krishna with love, milk sweets, and flowers. And thus, Vrindavan once again became full of joy — protected forever by Krishna, the lifter of Govardhan Hill.

Mother Yashoda was standing in her kitchen in Vrindavan, gently stirring a big clay pot of milk so it wouldn’t spill. Nearby sat little Krishna and Balarama, watching her with curious eyes.

Krishna kept glancing at the butter pots with a mischievous smile.

Krishna (whispering sadly): Balarama, Mother is so busy... but I really, really want some butter right now.

Balarama (smiling): Let’s call our friends and think of a plan!

Krishna (grinning): Perfect idea! Come on, I know what to do!

They ran off, whispering their secret plan into the ears of their cowherd friends.

All the boys gathered near one gopi’s home. They hid behind the wall and listened.

Gopi 1: I’ve hidden my butter in the highest pot! Let’s see how Krishna reaches it this time.

Gopi 2: Oh, don’t forget — last week he climbed a ladder and stole everything!
The gopis went inside, not noticing the boys peeking from behind.

Krishna (whispering): There it is — the butter! Let’s climb up!

Balarama: But it’s so high!

Madhumangala: Let’s make a tower! I’ll stand at the bottom, Balarama on me, and Krishna on top!

Krishna (excitedly): Yes! Let’s do it!

Krishna climbed on top of Balarama and Madhumangala, reached the high pot, and opened it. He dipped his little fingers inside and tasted the butter.

Krishna (with delight): Mmm! So soft and sweet! Here, everyone, have some!

Balarama (laughing): Krishna, you’re all covered in butter!

All the boys laughed and shared the butter, their faces shining with joy (and a little grease).

Scene 4: The Gopis Discover the TheftWhen the gopis came back, they saw the empty pot.

Gopi 1 (angrily): Again! Krishna did it again!

Gopi 2: Look — butter footprints! They go straight to Yashoda’s house. Come on!

Mother Yashoda was busy when the gopis arrived, pointing toward Krishna.

Gopi 1: Yashoda, your son has eaten all our butter again!

Yashoda (sternly): Krishna, is this true?

Krishna (innocently): Oh, Mother, I didn’t do anything! I was just playing with Balarama.

Balarama (grinning): Yes, yes! We know nothing!

Yashoda looked closely — she saw a shiny butter spot on Krishna’s cheek.

Yashoda: Hmm… if you didn’t eat the butter, what’s this on your face?

Krishna (quickly wiping it): That? Oh, that’s not butter! It’s… um… flower pollen! From the garden!
Balarama covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

Yashoda (sighing): Fine, if you two are so innocent — then help me churn some new butter!
The gopis shook their heads and left.

Krishna (whispering): Ha! We fooled them again!

Balarama (laughing): Yes, but next time — be more careful, or Mother will catch us for sure!

The boys giggled. Krishna licked his buttery fingers again — and the whole of Vrindavan echoed with the sound of their laughter.

In Vrindavan, everyone was getting ready for the Diwali festival. The gopis sat together, stringing pearls onto threads.

Lalita (to the other gopis): We’re preparing for Diwali! We must decorate our cows with these beautiful pearls.

Suddenly, Krishna arrived.

Krishna: Dear gopis, please give Me a few pearls so I can decorate My favorite cows — Hasini and Harini!

Lalita (sternly): No, Krishna, we can’t give You our pearls.

Krishna: Please, just a few! I’m begging You!

Lalita (pretending to think): Fine, let me see which one of My precious pearls I can give away.
Lalita rummaged through her jewelry box and pulled out the smallest, most crooked pearl, handing it to Krishna.

Lalita (mockingly): Here! The most precious and perfect pearl — worthy to adorn Your cows!

Krishna frowned, offended by how little they valued His cows.

Krishna (firmly): Very well! I’ll grow My own pearls, and they’ll be far more beautiful than yours!

The gopis burst into laughter.

Radharani (laughing): Grow pearls? Krishna, pearls don’t grow like apples or berries — they come from the ocean, not from trees!

Scene 2: Krishna’s PlanKrishna left the gopis and went home to His mother.

Krishna: Mother! Please, can You give Me some pearls? I need them for something very important.

Mother Yashoda (surprised): Pearls? Whatever for?

Krishna (excitedly): I’m going to grow My own pearls — even better than the gopis’!

Mother Yashoda (amused): Krishna, pearls don’t grow on trees. They come from oysters in the sea.

Krishna (insistent): Don’t worry, Mother. You’ll see — My pearls will grow beautifully!

Mother Yashoda (smiling): All right, here — take My earrings and necklaces. You children always come up with the most unusual games!

Krishna went to the bank of the Yamuna, broke apart the jewelry, and buried the pearls in the ground.

Krishna: There! Now I’ll water them with milk so they grow strong and shiny!

But… where will I get milk to water them? Ah! I’ll ask the gopis!

Scene 3: The Gopis LaughKrishna went back to the gopis.

Krishna: Dear gopis, could you give Me some milk to water My pearls?

Gopis (laughing): Milk? For pearls? Krishna, nothing will grow — only weeds!

Krishna smiled and returned home. Mother Yashoda, of course, gave Him plenty of milk. Every day, Krishna lovingly watered His buried pearls.

Scene 4: The MiracleAfter some time, Krishna called His mother.

Krishna: Mother, come and see! They’re growing!

Mother Yashoda (astonished): Impossible! Pearls can’t grow in the ground — and yet… they are!
The gopis came too, but they laughed again.

Lalita (mocking): Those aren’t pearls — just weeds!

That night, when everyone was asleep, Krishna quietly came to His “garden” and began to play a soft, magical melody on His flute.

The sound was so beautiful that all the plants began to sway as if dancing.

Before His eyes, the tiny sprouts grew taller, and on their delicate stems bloomed shining flowers — and inside each flower, like drops of moonlight, appeared radiant pearls.

Scene 5: The HarvestThe next morning, Krishna gathered the pearls and made beautiful necklaces for all His cows.

There were so many pearls that He also decorated the peacocks and monkeys! When the gopis saw this wonder, they were amazed.

Radharani (gently): Krishna, Your pearls are so beautiful… please share some with us.

Lalita (proudly): Yes, we want to decorate our cows too!

Krishna (smiling): No, I won’t give you any.

Radharani (thinking): I know! Let’s plant our own pearls!

Girls, go to your parents and gather all the pearls you can!

Scene 6: The Gopis’ AttemptThe gopis collected all their family jewelry, planted the pearls, and watered them with milk, yogurt, and ghee.

Lalita (excitedly): Our pearls will be even more beautiful than Krishna’s!
But after a few days, only thorny bushes grew!

Lalita (sadly): What happened? Where are our pearls? Our parents will scold us!
They decided to send one gopi with gold to buy pearls from Krishna.

Scene 7: The BargainWhile the others hid behind a tree, one gopi went to Krishna.

Gopi: Krishna, we’d like to buy a few of Your pearls. Let’s make a deal.

Krishna (grinning): Even My smallest pearl is more precious than the Kaustubha gem on Lord Narayana’s chest. If you want them, come yourself!

The gopis stepped out, except for Radharani, who stayed hidden, listening.

Gopis (together): Krishna, please sell us some pearls!

Krishna took out the tiniest pearl and handed it to them.

Lalita: We know You have even finer pearls! Sell us the best ones!

Krishna spread out His dazzling, rainbow-colored pearls and began naming prices.

Krishna: This one costs a whole pot of gold!

Lalita: A pot of gold? It’s barely worth a single coin!

They argued and haggled, but no one agreed. Finally, the gopis grew upset and left.

Krishna laughed — He wanted to tease them a little. But when He saw how sad they were, His heart softened.

Scene 8: The GiftKrishna sat down, made the most beautiful pearl necklaces with His own hands, and sent them as gifts with one of the cowherd boys.

The gopis were sitting sadly when the boy arrived with the presents.

Gopis (surprised): Look! Krishna sent us gifts! Ah, such beautiful necklaces — the pearls shine like moonlight! Now our parents won’t be angry!

Radharani (noticing): What’s this golden box?

Lalita (looking closely): It says “RA – DHI – KE.” It’s for you, Radharani!

Radharani opened the box and took out an exquisite necklace — more beautiful than all the rest.

Scene 9: The CelebrationIn gratitude, the gopis prepared delicious sweets, made garlands of forest flowers, placed everything in lovely baskets, and went to Krishna, dressed in their new pearl necklaces.

They adorned Krishna with garlands, offered Him sweets, and then everyone began to sing and dance together, joyfully glorifying the Lord of their hearts.

Scene 1: Morning in VrindavanRadharani, Lalita, and other gopis were walking joyfully through the forests of Vrindavan.

Radharani: My dear friends! Grandmother Purnamasi has asked us to bring milk, yogurt, and butter to the shore of Govinda-kunda. A brahmana will perform a sacrifice for the well-being of Nanda Maharaja’s sons.

Lalita (cheerfully): Then let’s bathe, dress beautifully, take our golden pots, and hurry there!

Scene 2: The AmbushMeanwhile, Krishna and His cowherd friends had set up an ambush near Govardhan Hill.

The Lord was dressed like a royal tax collector — a flute in His hand, a buffalo horn at His waist. When the gopis entered the narrow pass, the boys suddenly blocked the path.

Krishna (sternly): Stop right there, thieves! Every day you pass this road selling milk and butter — but you never pay the tax! Today you’ll pay in full!

Lalita (angrily): Really! At home the son of Nanda behaves so politely, and here he turns into a troublemaker! Go away! If You touch me, the butter for the yajna will be spoiled!

Nearby, a peacock heard their quarrel and tiptoed up to Krishna.

Peacock (whispering): Krishna, flatter them with sweet words first — then take Your tax.

Krishna smiled, understanding the advice.

Krishna (grinning): Oh charming, slender maidens! Each of you must pay Me a handful of diamonds. And Radharani must pay double — for Her unmatched beauty!

Radharani (annoyed): Lalita, didn’t I tell you not to take this road — where these arrogant tricksters hide?

Lalita (mocking): This black serpent has coiled himself around everyone! We should complain to His parents — then He’ll crawl away in fear!

Radharani: His parents adore Him; they’ll never punish Him! But we can complain to King Kamsa — he won’t show mercy!

Krishna (laughing): Ha! I swear by My cows — I’ll deal with that weak king in no time! Oh Radha, go ahead to your yajna; you can pay Me later. But Lalita will stay here — as collateral!

Lalita (shouting): Girls! Run and bring Mother Yashoda! And Jatila too! Call the brahmanas from the sacrifice!

But Krishna didn’t look worried at all.

Krishna (pretending to be offended): What, am I a robber? You girls have been avoiding taxes for so long! I asked nicely, but now I’ll have to collect payment by force — starting with the proud Lalita’s jewelry!

Gopis (pleading): Dear Krishna, if You don’t let us go now, our reputation will be ruined! We promise to come back tomorrow and pay everything in full.

Krishna (relenting): Hmm… fine. But as a deposit, leave Me a few pots of yogurt and butter.

The gopis proudly placed a few pots on the ground and left. Krishna sat with His friends in a circle, laughing and enjoying the butter and yogurt feast.

Scene 3: The Gopis’ Revenge

The next day, Radha and Lalita gathered all their friends. They reached the river crossing early — and this time, they set the ambush! The gopis hid behind trees, whispering and giggling.

Krishna, unaware of their plan, arrived with only a few friends. Suddenly, the gopis jumped out and blocked the road!

Lalita (shouting): Now it’s your turn, thieves! We’ll teach you a lesson!

Radharani: Catch them! Don’t let them escape!

The gopis rushed forward and quickly tied the boys to the trees. Krishna, as usual, got the worst of it.

Lalita (scolding): You insolent boy! How dare You behave like this? Radharani is the Queen of Vraja! Your cows graze on Her meadows, eat all the grass, and trample the rest! So You should pay Her the tax!

Krishna (sheepishly): Forgive Me, please! I had no right to demand anything from You.

Lalita (smirking): Then bow down to Her feet!

Krishna: O Radharani, You are the Queen of Vrindavan — the greatest of all! Please accept My humble obeisances!

Krishna bowed deeply at Radharani’s lotus feet. Her heart softened.

Radharani (smiling): All right, pranksters — we forgive you. But no more taxes, ever! Untie them.
The gopis loosened the ropes.

The boys, relieved and happy, promised never to tease them again and ran off toward their homes — laughing and free once more.

Scene 1: By the shore of Manasi-Ganga

One day, the gopis came to the shore of Manasi-Ganga, carrying pots of milk, butter, and yogurt on their heads. By the water sat a young boatman — his dark curls crowned with a single peacock feather.

Gopi Vishakha: Oh, boatman! How fortunate that you’re here! Please take us to the other side — we must hurry!

Radharani: And in return, we’ll give you sweets and butter.

The Boatman (Krishna in disguise): Of course, dear ladies! Step into My boat — I’ll take you wherever you wish!

The gopis climbed in, and the boatman began to row. But soon he suddenly stopped.

Scene 2: The Boatman’s Demands

Radharani (surprised): Why did you stop rowing?

Boatman: I’m tired and hungry. Unless you feed Me, I won’t move another stroke!

Lalita (indignant): You’ve rowed for two minutes and already want to eat?!
But seeing there was no other choice, Radharani sighed.

Radharani: Well, what can we do? We must cross. Fine — we’ll give you something to eat.
The gopis handed Him butter and sweets.

Krishna ate happily, licked His fingers, and leaned back lazily.

Boatman: Ah, that was delicious! But now I’m sleepy. I need to rest a bit. One of you can massage My left arm, another My right, the third My left leg, and the fourth My right.

Radharani (annoyed): Fine — one will hold your left arm, one your right, one your left leg, one your right. But if you don’t start rowing now, we’ll throw you overboard!

Boatman (grumbling): What impatient passengers! Very well, very well… we’ll go.

He reluctantly picked up the oars again.

Scene 3: Trouble on the WaterAfter a while, the boat stopped once more.

Lalita (irritated): What is it now?!

Boatman: The boat is overloaded! It’s old and leaking!

If you don’t throw out some of those heavy pots, we’ll all sink!

The gopis gasped and began tossing yogurt and butter pots into the water in panic.

Boatman (demanding): That’s not enough! The boat is still sinking! Throw out your golden ornaments too!

Lalita (outraged): What?! We should throw away our jewelry because of your leaky boat? Never!

Radharani (worried): Dear Lalita, what can we do? Look — the water’s rising! We really might sink!

Trembling, the gopis began to remove their ornaments and throw them into the lake. But the boatman continued to panic.

Boatman (dramatically): Oh no! Still too heavy! We’ll all drown unless you throw out everything — even your clothes!

That was too much.

Lalita (furious): We’ll throw you out if you don’t start rowing this instant!

Boatman (muttering): Fine, fine… I’m rowing! Always threatening to toss Me overboard…

He grumbled, but began to row again.

Scene 4: The StormSuddenly, dark clouds gathered over the lake.

Winds howled, waves rose, and water splashed into the boat. The gopis clung to each other in fear. Seeing their frightened faces, the mischievous boatman began to rock the boat even more.

Boatman (pretending to panic): Oh no! Now it really looks like we’re doomed!

A flash of lightning split the sky.

Terrified, Radharani screamed — and instinctively threw Her arms around the boatman’s neck.
At that very moment, the storm ceased.

The clouds scattered, the lake grew calm, and the moonlight danced on the waves.
Radharani slowly looked up — and understood who the “boatman” truly was.

Scene 5: The Reveal

Lalita (shocked): Radharani! Why are You hugging some strange boatman?! It’s improper!

Radharani (smiling): Are you sure he’s just a boatman?

She reached into His sash and pulled out a flute — and then pointed to the peacock feather in His hair.

Lalita (gasping): Ah! So that’s who You are! Krishna — You tricked us again!

All the gopis burst into laughter.

Scene 6: The Moonlit RideKrishna smiled, picked up the oars again, and gently rowed across the shimmering waters of Manasi-Ganga.

The gopis sang sweet songs in His praise, their laughter mingling with the night breeze.

Under the moonlight, their faces glowed with joy, and their hearts overflowed with love.

And so, on that night at Manasi-Ganga, the Lord of Love revealed once again His playful sweetness — turning fear into laughter, and devotion into divine joy.

Vrindavan is a sacred, spiritual land — every corner filled with the sweet melody of Krishna’s flute.
A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of lotus flowers and blossoming kadamba trees. In this divine place, the cows are treasures.

They are lovingly cared for, fed fresh grass, adorned with garlands, and called by tender names.
Older boys were allowed to herd the cows, but the little ones could look after only the calves.

When Krishna turned six, Mother Yashoda and Father Nanda Maharaja finally gave Him permission to herd not just calves — but the cows themselves! To celebrate this, they held a great festival.

Everyone brought gifts: Krishna received a flute, a horn, a stick, and a rope for tending cows.
Mother Yashoda also brought her own special gifts — a beautiful pair of small wooden sandals, with upturned tips painted in bright colors, and a colorful umbrella to shade Him from the sun.

Scene 1: The Gifts

Krishna (curiously): Mother, why do I need sandals and an umbrella?

Yashoda (gently): These sandals will protect Your tender feet from sharp stones and thorns.
And this umbrella will shield You from the hot midday sun.

Then she looked at Balarama with loving seriousness.

Yashoda (firmly): Balarama, You are Krishna’s elder brother. So You must take care of Him — hold the umbrella over His head and make sure He keeps His sandals on.

Krishna (smiling): Oh Mother, thank You for the gifts… but I won’t wear the sandals, and I don’t need the umbrella!

Yashoda (surprised): What do You mean You won’t wear them? You’ll be walking in the forest — over stones and thorns! Don’t You want Your feet to be safe?

Krishna (serious, yet playful): Mother, if You want Me to wear these sandals, then You must make a pair for every single cow in Vrindavan — one for each hoof!

Yashoda (astonished): Krishna! We have almost nine hundred thousand cows! How could I possibly do that?

Krishna: And You must also give each cow a servant to hold an umbrella — to protect them from the same sun that shines on Me!

Yashoda (sighing): But, Krishna, they’re animals — they don’t need sandals or umbrellas!

Krishna (tenderly): How can I wear sandals knowing My cows walk barefoot on the same stones? If You cannot give sandals to all of them, then I will also go barefoot. My duty is not to protect Myself — but to protect My cows. Dharma protects those who protect dharma. Don’t worry, Mother — everything will be all right.

Yashoda (tearfully smiling): My dear boy, take care of Yourself! Watch Your steps carefully — and stay in the shade when the sun is too strong!

Scene 2: The Cows’ Devotion

That night, when the cows heard that Krishna had vowed to walk barefoot, they quietly left their barns and gathered in the forest.

The Cows (lowing softly): Let’s break all the sharp stones with our hooves and horns, so our beloved Krishna’s lotus feet never get hurt!

All night long, the cows trampled the stones of Vrindavan until they turned into soft dust.

The next morning, Krishna walked through the pastures and smiled.

Krishna (joyfully): Look! The ground is soft like whipped butter! My dear cows have cared for Me — now I can walk barefoot as I wished!

Yashoda (with relief and wonder): Oh, Krishna! How amazing… You truly are surrounded by the love of every creature!

From that day on, the land of Vrindavan became as soft as butter, always gentle beneath Krishna’s lotus feet.
The cows walked beside Him, blissful and radiant, enchanted by the music of His flute.

And so, love and care filled all of Vrindavan, making it the most beautiful and sacred place in the entire universe.

Scene 1 — The Night at Ambikavan

One day, all the cowherd men of Vrindavan, led by Nanda Maharaja, gathered to visit the sacred place Ambikavan and celebrate the festival of Shiva-ratri.

Usually, the devotees of Vishnu do not strictly observe this festival, but this time they decided to go — out of curiosity and respect.

They bathed in the holy river, fasted, offered worship to Lord Shiva and Parvati, and gifted beautifully decorated cows to the brahmanas.

As night fell, everyone lay down to rest by the riverbank. Suddenly, from the dark forest, a huge serpent slithered out — and in a flash, it wrapped itself around Nanda Maharaja!

Nanda (terrified): O Krishna! My son, save me! The serpent is going to swallow me!

The cowherd men jumped up, grabbing burning sticks, and struck the serpent — but it would not release Nanda.

Then, Krishna appeared, glowing like a rising moon.

Krishna (calmly): Do not fear, Father.

He gently touched the serpent with His lotus feet, and at once, the serpent vanished — transformed into a radiant celestial being.

Scene 2 — The Story of Vidyadhara

Before them stood a shining demigod named Vidyadhara, his body glowing like gold, with a beautiful garland around his neck. He bowed deeply to Krishna.

Vidyadhara: O Lord! In my previous life, I lived in the heavenly planets and was proud of my beauty. Once, I mocked the sage Angira, and for my arrogance, he cursed me to become a serpent. But now I see — his curse was a blessing! By Your touch, O Krishna, I am freed from sin. Please allow me to return to the heavenly realms.

Krishna (smiling): You are purified.

Return, and remember — pride is the greatest enemy of the soul. Vidyadhara circumambulated Krishna in reverence, then rose into the sky, shining brighter than the moon.

The cowherd men watched in wonder, glorifying Krishna — the protector and savior of His father.

Scene 3 — The Jewel-headed

DemonSome days later, on a beautiful moonlit night, Krishna and Balarama were walking with the young gopis of Vrindavan.

The forest was fragrant with blooming flowers; the stars sparkled above.

Gopi (smiling): Krishna, Your flute makes the stars dance!

Suddenly, from the shadows, came a powerful demon named Shankhachuda. On his head gleamed a jewel shaped like a conch shell.

Shankhachuda (boastfully): These girls belong to me! I am rich and mighty — and you are just cowherd boys! He grabbed the gopis and began to drag them away.

Gopis (crying out): Krishna! Balarama! Save us!

Scene 4 — The Chase

Krishna and Balarama (together): Don’t be afraid — we’re here!

They seized large tree trunks and charged at the demon. Frightened, Shankhachuda released the gopis and ran. Balarama stayed to protect the girls, while Krishna sprinted after the fleeing demon.

Shankhachuda (panting): You’ll never catch me!

But Krishna moved faster than the wind. With one powerful blow of His fist, He struck Shankhachuda on the head — and the demon fell lifeless to the ground. Krishna then took the dazzling jewel from the demon’s forehead and returned to His brother.

Krishna (smiling): This jewel — I offer to My dear brother, Balarama.

Scene 5 — Joy in Vrindavan

The gopis rejoiced, clapping their hands and praising the brothers. From the heavens, the demigods showered flowers, and conch shells and drums echoed through the sky.

Gopis (singing): Glory to Krishna! Glory to Balarama, protectors of Vrindavan!

Thus ended the deliverance of Vidyadhara, and the victory over Shankhachuda, revealing once more that wherever Krishna walks, evil turns to light — and hearts overflow with love.

Scene 1 — Autumn in Vrindavan

Autumn came to Vrindavan, and the forest became so beautiful! The rivers bloomed with lotuses, and the air was full of freshness.

(Krishna and Balarama enter, leading the cows. They laugh and play.)

Krishna (smiling): Balarama, how beautiful the forest looks today! Listen — I will play My flute.

Balarama (cheerfully): Oh yes, Krishna! Your music always makes everyone happy!

(Krishna raises His flute and begins to play. A soft, magical melody fills the air.)

Scene 2 — The Forest Comes Alive

As soon as Krishna began to play, everything around Him became still…

Cows (moving slowly): How beautiful! Listen, everyone, listen!

Peacocks (spinning in dance): What magical music! Let’s dance for Krishna!

Deer (lifting their heads): Who is playing this sweet sound? We must see Him!

(Animals freeze and smile, enchanted by the flute’s song.)

Scene 3 — The Gopis Hear the Music

(The gopis enter, talking joyfully.)

Lalita: Did you hear that? It’s Krishna playing His flute!

Radharani: When He plays, my heart feels so happy!

Gopi 3: And He looks so beautiful — with a peacock feather in His hair, a garland of forest flowers, and clothes shining like the sun!

Gopi 4: His music is so magical that even the clouds come close to shade Him from the sun!

Scene 4 — The Nature Joins (Clouds and the River Yamuna enter gracefully.)

Clouds (softly swaying): We will cover Krishna from the sun, because He is our dearest friend!

River Yamuna (offering flowers): I want to give Krishna my lotuses —
they are my gift of love!

Scene 5 — The Joy of Vrindavan

All of Vrindavan became filled with joy, because Krishna was playing His flute. Even the trees and the birds smiled to be near Him.

Krishna (playing one last tune): Music is My gift to everyone who loves Me.

All (together): Thank You, Krishna! You make our world so beautiful!

(Happy music plays. Everyone dances and sings in joy.)

Scene 1 — Getting Ready for Holi

Balarama: Krishna, come on! Let’s get ready — everyone’s waiting for us!

Krishna: Yes, yes, I’m coming!

(Krishna and Balarama put on their shining clothes, earrings, bracelets, garlands, and turbans. Krishna takes His flute, and together they walk joyfully toward the forest.)

They walked through the soft dust of Vrindavan, jumping and laughing with happiness. On the forest meadow, their friends and the gopis were already waiting.

Scene 2 — The Beauty of Krishna

Radharani (admiringly): Oh, just look at Krishna! How beautiful He is!

Lalita (in awe): His clothes are so dazzling, and His ornaments shine like jewels!

Radharani (sniffing the air and swooning): Ah! His garland smells so sweet — it’s driving me mad!

Lalita (joyfully): My heart is overflowing with love — I just want to sing!

(The gopis begin singing lovely songs in praise of Krishna. Krishna and Balarama join in, playing music and dancing.)

Balarama danced in a circle with His friends, the bells on His ankles jingling. Peacocks and deer joined in, dancing to the rhythm.

Krishna played His flute, surrounded by His beloved gopis.

Scene 3 — The Holi Begins

Lalita (proudly): Our singing sounds so beautiful!

Radharani (smiling): But Krishna’s flute is even sweeter than our song!

Lalita (playfully): Oh really? Then let’s surround Him and throw colors!

(The gopis surround Krishna, laughing and tossing red and yellow powders.)

Lalita: Take that, Krishna!

Radharani: More, more! Don’t stop!

(Krishna runs away laughing, and the gopis chase Him.)

Lalita: Catch Him!

Scene 4 — Krishna’s Trick(Krishna hides behind the trees where His friends are waiting.)

Krishna (whispering): Come closer, I’ve got an idea! Let’s throw colors at Balarama and His friends!

Krishna’s friends (clapping): Yes! Let’s do it! Ha ha ha!

(They jump out and start throwing powders. Balarama’s friends scream and run.)

Girl 1 (frightened): Aaaah! Stop it!

Girl 2 (gasping): Save us, Balarama!

Balarama (roaring playfully): Rrrrrr! You little rascals, now you’ll get it!

(He runs after the boys, throwing colors back. Laughter fills the air.)

Krishna’s friends (running): Ruuun!

(Balarama catches one and hugs him tightly.)

Balarama: Got you! Let me give you a big hug!

Boy (groaning): Aaaah! I can’t breathe! Help!

The boys teamed up and attacked Balarama together, showering Him with colors until He was covered head to toe in red powder.

Balarama (grinning): I’m not afraid! You just won because there are too many of you!

Krishna (seriously): That’s not fair — all of you against one! Stop this at once!

(Everyone quiets down. Balarama smiles, still glowing with joy. His friends lead Him away to sing and dance.)

Girl 1: Look how handsome and strong Balarama is!

Girl 2: Come, Balarama, sing with us — away from these naughty boys!

Scene 5 — The Plan to Steal the Flute

Lalita (mischievously): Let’s steal Krishna’s flute!

Radharani (worried): But how? He always holds it in His hands. If He loses it, He’ll be so sad…

Lalita: That flute breaks our hearts with its sweetness! It belongs in our hands now!

Radharani: You’re right! But how do we get it?

Lalita: We’ll distract Him — and someone will quietly take it away!

(Behind a tree, Krishna’s friend Madhumangala overhears everything.)

Madhumangala: Aha! So that’s their plan! I must warn Krishna!

(He runs to Krishna, out of breath.)

Madhumangala: Krishna! Krishna! Your flute is in danger!

Krishna (surprised): Why do you say that?

Madhumangala: I heard the gopis! They want to steal it! They’re jealous — that’s what they are!

Krishna (amused): Really?

Madhumangala (heroically): Don’t worry, I’ll keep your flute safe. Give it to me!

Krishna (teasing): And what will I do without it?

Madhumangala: Just sing instead! Loudly!

Krishna (smiling): And why do you think the flute is safer with you?

Madhumangala (proudly): Because I’m a brahmana! The gopis can’t even come near me!

Krishna: Very well, my friend. I trust your great “brahmin power”!

(He hands the flute to Madhumangala, who tucks it under his arm. Krishna starts singing sweetly. The gopis appear, enchanted by His song.)

Scene 6 — The Singing Contest

Madhumangala (to Krishna): Bravo! Wonderful, my friend!

Madhumangala (to gopis): Ha! You could never sing like this!

Gopis: Oh yes we can! If Lalita sings better than Krishna, you must give us the flute!

Madhumangala: Hmph! I’ll be the judge — I know real music!

Gopis: How can you judge? That’s not Vedic chanting!

(Krishna gives him a meaningful look. Madhumangala understands.)

Madhumangala: Fine! Whoever’s singing can stop the Yamuna River — that one wins! I’m so sure of Krishna that I’ll bet the flute!

Gopis: Agreed! Then the flute is ours!

Madhumangala: And what will you bet? Something equal — let it be Radha!

Gopis (angrily): How dare you! The stakes must be equal! You can’t compare a flute to gold!

Madhumangala: Oh really? So you think Radha is gold and Krishna’s flute is just glass?

Gopis: Exactly! Then we’ll bet Krishna Himself!

Madhumangala: Deal! Lalita, start singing!

(Lalita sings beautifully — a deep, mesmerizing melody fills the air.)

Lalita (singing): The radiant moon of Shyama, the source of all arts, brings bliss to the lotuses and stirs the ocean of love

Crowned with fresh mango buds, He delights in the springtime — Krishna, beloved of Vrindavan!

(Madhumangala raises his hands, dancing proudly — and doesn’t notice the flute slip out from under his arm. A gopi quietly grabs it.)

Madhumangala (laughing): Ha ha! Lalita lost! She lost!

Gopi (teasing): What are you laughing at, Madhumangala? You’ve nothing to celebrate!

Madhumangala: Your song can’t compare to Krishna’s!

Gopi (smiling): Oh really? Look — the Yamuna has stopped flowing! We win!

Sublala (sternly): How could you bet someone else, Madhumangala? Only what belongs to you can be wagered!

Krishna (calmly): You see, my friend? The gopis have won. You should give them the flute.

Madhumangala (protesting): But I won! Krishna, show them your power!

Gopis (laughing): You lost! The Yamuna stopped — we win!

Madhumangala (smirking): Fine, let them have it — if they can find it! I hid it very well!

(He pats himself down — but the flute is gone. He looks shocked.)

Madhumangala (confused): Krishna, I don’t know what happened! Maybe your flute got scared and ran off into the forest!

(Everyone bursts out laughing.)

Scene 7 — The Joy of Holi

Everyone laughed together. The gopis returned the flute to its true owner. Then they went home to cook sweets, and Krishna and the boys bathed in the Yamuna and returned to the meadow — to play, dance, and celebrate Holi until sunset.

All together: Jai Vrindavan! Jai Krishna! Happy Holi!

Scene 1 — In the City of Mathura

Long ago, in the city of Mathura, there lived a cruel king named Kamsa. He was proud, angry — and afraid. Afraid of Krishna.

Kamsa (angrily): Everyone praises Vishnu and Krishna! But a voice from the sky said Krishna will kill me!
Ha! I’ll destroy Him first!

Kamsa (commanding): Aristasura! Turn yourself into a mighty bull and go to Vrindavan! Scare everyone — and crush Krishna!

Aristasura (roaring): Yes, my king! My horns and hooves will do the job!

Scene 2 — The Demon Comes to Vrindavan

One evening, the peaceful land of Vrindavan began to shake. From the forest came Aristasura, the demon bull — huge, dark, and furious!

(Loud stomps and snorts. The ground trembles.)

Aristasura (bellowing): Moo-ooo! Run if you can, little cowherds!

He roared so loudly that the ground quaked! Cows ran in fear, and mothers grabbed their children.

Cows (crying): Moo-oo! Help us, Krishna!

Gopis (shouting): Krishna! Krishna! Save us!

Scene 3 — Krishna Appears

Then Krishna came out of His home — calm, smiling, and fearless.

Krishna (gently): Don’t be afraid, my friends. I’m here. Everything will be fine.

When the demon saw Krishna, he recognized Him at once — the one King Kamsa feared the most. His red eyes burned with hatred.

Aristasura (snarling): So it’s you! The one my king fears? I’ll crush you into dust!

(He lowers his horns and charges forward.)

Scene 4 — The Battle

Aristasura thundered toward Krishna with all his strength — but Krishna simply stepped aside, caught the bull by the horns — and threw him far away!

(Sound: THUD!)

Aristasura (groaning): Ouch… that didn’t go as planned...

Still angry, the demon stood up again, snorted, and charged once more.

Krishna (smiling): Come on, little bull… show me what you’ve got!

(Aristasura runs again, snorting wildly.)

Krishna caught him once more — spun him around — and smashed him to the ground like a rag doll!
(Sound: BOOM! The bull collapses.)

The demon gasped, trembled, and finally lay still. Aristasura was defeated.

Scene 5 — Victory of Krishna(Soft heavenly music. Flower petals fall from above.)

From the sky, the demigods showered flowers upon Krishna, rejoicing in His victory.

Demigods (chanting): Jaya Shri Krishna! Jaya Bhagavan!

Krishna smiled, brushed off the dust, and walked home with His brother Balarama. The people of Vrindavan cheered and ran to meet Him.

Villagers (joyfully): Glory to Krishna! You saved us again!

And so, peace returned to Vrindavan — because wherever Krishna is, fear disappears, and joy fills every heart.

Scene 1 — The Gopis’ Complaint

One evening in Vrindavan, Shrimati Radharani and the gopis refused to speak with Krishna.

Radharani (proudly): We don’t want to talk to You anymore, Krishna!

Lalita (sternly): You’ve committed a great sin! You hurt a bull!

Krishna (surprised): But he attacked us! He was dangerous — we could’ve all been killed!

Lalita (coldly): If You want our friendship again, You must purify Yourself!

Radharani (firmly): You must bathe in every holy place in the entire universe!

Krishna (sadly): That would take forever! I’d have to travel across the worlds!

Lalita (haughtily): Then go — or forget about our friendship!

Krishna (defiantly): Ha! I have better things to do!

Scene 2 — The Creation of Shyama-kunda

Krishna struck the ground with His left heel, and suddenly the earth cracked open. A large pond appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Krishna (commanding): Ganga! Kaveri! Godavari! Sarasvati! Narmada! Yamuna! Tamraparni!
Enter this pond at once!

The sacred rivers appeared, bowed to Krishna, and filled the hollow with their pure waters.

Krishna (smiling): Look! Such a beautiful lake — filled with lotus flowers and crystal water that washes away all sins.

Lalita (mocking): Hmm… impressive, but still…

Krishna (seriously): I am now purified! And if you wish to be My friends again, you too must bathe here!

Radharani (puzzled): Why should we bathe there?

Krishna: Oh, simple village girls! You worshiped many demigods — now you are impure. Come, purify yourselves here!

Lalita (proudly): Never! That water is polluted after You washed off Your sin!

Radharani (firmly): We’ll dig our own pond!

Krishna (surprised): Really? And how will you do that?

Scene 3 — The Birth of Radha-kunda

Radharani broke one of Her bracelets and began digging into the soft earth. The gopis joined Her, and together they dug a great hollow.

Radharani (proudly): Look! Our pond is ready!

Lalita (cheerfully): And we did it so fast!

Krishna (smiling): It’s big, yes — but there’s no water! You can take some from My lake if you wish.

Lalita (offended): We don’t need Your favors!

Radharani: Come, girls! Let’s line up and fill it with pure water from Manasi-ganga!

The gopis stood in a row, passing golden pots of water from hand to hand. Then suddenly, the sacred rivers appeared before Radharani in a divine form.

Holy Rivers (bowing): O beautiful Queen! Please fulfill our heartfelt wish!

Radharani (kindly): What is your wish?

Holy Rivers: We will be blessed forever if You allow our waters to fill Your pond!

Radharani (smiling): How could I refuse such a request? Welcome to My kunda!

Overjoyed, the rivers broke the bank of Krishna’s lake and filled Radharani’s pond with their sacred waters.

Krishna (gently): This pond, born of Your love, is most dear to Me.
(He steps into the waters.)

Krishna (softly): Whoever bathes here will become very dear to Me.

Radharani (joyfully): And Your pond, My beloved, will be most dear to Me! Even if You commit a million sins, I will still bathe there. Whoever bathes in it will also be dear to Me!

Then Radharani and the gopis bathed in Shyama-kunda.

Scene 4 — The Divine Exchange

After bathing, Radha and Krishna rested on a forest meadow. The gopis fanned Them gently. Then something wondrous happened — their divine love became so strong that They exchanged forms!

Lalita (astonished): What’s happening? My Queen has become Krishna — and Krishna has become Radha… and vanished!

Gopi 1 (sadly): Look at our Mistress — She’s longing for Him, but He’s nowhere to be found!

Lalita: Come, let’s search for Him!

The gopis searched all through the forest, but Krishna was nowhere. He too longed for Radha, but could not find His way back. Then a voice from the sky resounded.

Heavenly Voice: Krishna! Chant the holy name of Shrimati Radharani — and She will appear before You!

Krishna (with devotion): Radhe! Radhe!

At once, by divine magic, He appeared by the pond — and there sat Radharani, still in His form, her eyes full of tears.

Krishna (tenderly): O My precious one, I caused You pain and made You cry. I too have suffered in separation.

See — Our tears have filled these two lakes!

Radharani (smiling through tears): Then let the lake of Your tears be called Shyama-kunda,
and the lake of Mine — Radha-kunda!

Lalita (rejoicing): Look! Our Queen smiles again — all of Vrindavan rejoices with Her!

Radha and Krishna bathed in the two kundas, and Their divine forms were restored.

Thus were born the two holiest lakes in all the worlds — Radha-kunda and Shyama-kunda — eternal symbols of pure love.

Scene 1 — The Name “Krishna”

One peaceful morning, Shrimati Radharani sat in Her room, when She suddenly heard a beautiful name — “Krishna.”

Radharani (dreamily): Krishna… Krishna… What a beautiful name! There is nothing sweeter than the One called Krishna! Oh… I think I’m in love!
(A gentle sound of flute fills the air.)

Radharani (in wonder): What a sweet melody! Whoever plays this flute must be beautiful — both in face and in heart! Oh no… I think I’ve fallen in love again!

Scene 2 — The Painting

At that very moment, Her friends entered the room — Lalita and Chitra.

Lalita (cheerfully): Radhe! On our way here we met the most handsome young boy!

Radharani (curiously): How does He look? Tell Me!

Chitra: Better yet — I’ll draw His portrait for You! (She begins painting.)
(After a moment she shows the drawing.)

Radharani (softly, enchanted): Oh… how beautiful He is! His eyes, His smile — they steal My heart! Oh dear… I think I’ve fallen in love again!

(She suddenly bursts into tears.)

Chitra (startled): Radhe! What’s wrong?

Lalita (gently): Why are You crying, dear friend?

Radharani (confused): I don’t know what’s happening to Me! I’ve fallen in love with three people at once!

Chitra (surprised): Three?!

Radharani (in despair): Yes! First — with the One whose name is “Krishna,” Then — with the One who plays such a lovely flute, And now — with this boy in Your painting!

Lalita (laughing): Oh Radhe! Don’t worry — they’re all the same person!

Radharani (joyfully): Truly?! Then My love for Him is three times greater!

Scene 3 — The Glimpse of Krishna

Chitra (pointing out the window): Look! He’s coming now — returning from the pastures with His cows!
(Radharani looks, gasps, and faints from love. The gopis rush to fan Her with chamaras.)

Lalita (concerned): Radhe, please wake up! If You wish to come close to Krishna, You must give Him all Your love!

Hearing Lalita’s words, Radharani slowly opened Her eyes.

Radharani (softly, trembling): If I cannot reach His lotus feet… what is the use of living?
(Lalita runs to find Krishna.)

Scene 4 — The Meeting Is Promised

Lalita (anxiously): Krishna! Ever since Radha saw Your beauty, She has been motionless — She can hardly speak and only cries! Please, let Her see You!

Krishna (tenderly): We both feel love for each other. Tell Her — I will meet Her soon, in the forest of Bhandiravan.

(Lalita bows and runs back joyfully.)

Lalita (excitedly): Radhe! Krishna wishes to meet You! Serve Him with all Your devotion — and You will surely attain Him!

Radharani (thoughtful): How shall I worship Krishna? What vows should I take to reach Him?

Lalita (seriously): Worshiping the holy Tulasi tree brings the greatest blessings and devotion to Krishna.

Radharani: What must I do?

Lalita: Look at Tulasi, touch her, meditate on her, praise her, bow to her, water her, and offer her prayers and worship. Serve her every day — and Krishna will become Yours!

Scene 5 — Radha’s Worship of Tulasi

Radharani went into the forest and found a beautiful Tulasi plant with shining green leaves. She built a jewel-studded temple and placed Tulasi in the center.

Radharani (joyfully): My dear friends, help Me decorate the temple! Let’s hang golden flags, make flower garlands, and cover the canopy with silk!
(The gopis decorate. Bells ring. Flowers fall.)

Every day, Radharani bathed Tulasi with milk and sweet juices. Month after month She served with love, until on the first day of Vaishakha, She completed Her vow.

Radharani: My dear friends, invite two hundred thousand brahmanas — today we’ll hold a great feast!
(Laughter, joyful bustle.)

Radharani (to guests): Please, honored guests, enjoy! Would you like more kheer? Or laddus? Or perhaps some samosas?

(She serves everyone and then offers gifts.)

Radharani (smiling): And here are presents for you all — fine clothes, golden ornaments, and shining pearls!

Everyone was delighted. Then, from the air, Tulasi Devi Herself appeared — glowing and smiling.

Tulasi (lovingly): My dear child! I am pleased with You. Your devotion has won My heart. You have perfectly kept your vow — and your desire will soon come true!

Radharani (humbly): Please bless Me with pure love and devotion for the lotus feet of Lord Krishna.

Tulasi (smiling): So be it.
(Tulasi disappears. Radharani returns home blissful.)

Scene 6 — Krishna in Disguise

Soon Krishna came to visit Her — disguised as a most beautiful gopi.
(Soft music. Krishna enters gracefully.)

Radharani (astonished): Who is this charming girl? Her beauty outshines the whole world!
(Radha embraces the “gopi,” seats Her on a shining throne, and performs aarti.)

Radharani (sweetly): O beautiful one, welcome to My home! What is Your name? Where are You from?
When I am near You, I feel the same happiness as when I think of Krishna!

Krishna (disguised, playfully): O lotus-eyed one! I live in Gokula. My name is Gopadevata.
I heard of Your goodness and beauty — so I came to see You!

Radharani (tenderly): You are dearer to Me than My own life! Come, let’s walk together in the garden.

They walked, played with a ball made of flowers, and gazed at each other with affection.

Krishna (softly): O Queen of Vraja, the sun is setting — I must go home.

Radharani (sadly): No! Don’t leave Me!

Krishna (gently): When the sun rises again, I’ll return to You.
(Radha trembles, faints again. Gopis fan Her. Krishna comforts Her and leaves.)

Scene 7 — The Next Morning

When the sun rose, Krishna once again came — in the same disguise.

Radharani (joyfully): Look! Gopadevata kept Her word and returned!
(She honors the guest again.)

Radharani (affectionately): My dear friend, without You, the night felt endless.

But Gopadevata suddenly looked sad and said nothing.

Radharani (worried): What happened, my beautiful friend? Did something bad happen? Are You unwell? Tell Me!

Gopadevata (pretending to cry): I was walking to sell yogurt when Krishna — the son of Nanda — blocked My path and demanded tax! I refused, so He broke My pot, ate My yogurt, and then hugged Me tightly before running away! He’s just a cowherd — today He behaved worse than a low-born thief! You should close Your heart to such a boy!

Radharani (smiling lovingly): Oh, don’t scold Him! You don’t know how kind He is. He protects the cows and all the people of Vrindavan! His virtues are endless!

Gopadevata (firmly): I’ll believe You when He comes here Himself to prove it!

Radharani closed Her eyes and meditated on Krishna. In that very moment, Krishna revealed His true form — radiant and smiling before Her.

Krishna (with love): When I heard the call of Your heart, I left everything and came running to You!

Radharani (bowing at His feet): My Lord! Tulasi kept Her promise — my heart’s desire has come true!
(Soft flute music. Flowers fall. The scene glows with divine light.)

Scene 1 — Preparing for the Festival

On the fifth day of the month of Madhava, as the moon rose bright and full, the gopis dressed in their finest colorful saris. They adorned their braids with fragrant flowers, wore shining ornaments, and lined their eyes with kohl.

(The gopis enter, singing and laughing softly.)

Lalita (joyfully): Let’s make a flower throne right here — in this quiet grove surrounded by blooming bushes!

Radharani: And here — let’s hang golden flags and garlands of flowers!

Gopi 1: I’ll sprinkle fragrant water all around.

Gopi 2: And I’ll hang sparkling gems so everything glows with light!
(They decorate, laughing and moving gracefully.)

Scene 2 — Krishna Enters the Forest

Meanwhile, Krishna entered the forest to meet His beloved gopis and dance through the night.

Krishna (admiringly): What a beautiful forest! The air is full of spring sweetness, the breeze is soft, and the Yamuna shines in the moonlight.

Monkeys (chattering): Krishna! Krishna is coming! Oo-aa! Oo-aa!

Peacocks: Let’s dance for Him!

Cuckoos: And we’ll sing to welcome our Lord! Coo-coo!

Krishna (smiling): This forest is decorated so beautifully — surely, they are waiting for Me!

Scene 3 — The Gopis Meet Krishna

Radharani (with awe): Look at Krishna! He’s like the moon surrounded by a thousand stars!

Lalita: His yellow garments shine, and His jewels sparkle in the dark!

Gopi 1: The sound of His flute fills my heart with love!

Gopi 2: And His fragrance — it’s beyond compare!

Krishna took Radha’s lotus hand and together they walked toward the Yamuna, admiring Vrindavan. But suddenly, Krishna hid behind the trees.

Radharani (worried): Where is Krishna? Just a moment ago He was here!

Lalita: Let’s look for Him!

Gopi 1: Krishna, where are You?

Radharani (spotting Him): There — behind that tree! I see His peacock feather — got You!
(Radha catches Krishna and runs away laughing.)

Radharani (playfully): Now it’s Your turn to find Me!

Krishna (laughing): Wherever You hide, I’ll find You quickly!
(They play hide and seek as the gopis sing and play instruments.)

Scene 4 — The Water Play

Lalita (mischievously): When They come back, let’s splash Them with water!
(The gopis fill golden pots from the Yamuna.)

As Radha and Krishna returned to the clearing, the gopis began splashing water like sparkling fountains.

Radharani (delighted): How refreshing! That’s exactly what I needed after running!

Krishna (laughing): Your friends are so clever! Now — let’s all go to Govardhan Hill!

Scene 5 — At Govardhan Hill(They gather around the flower throne.)

Lalita (gently): Radha, my dear friend, let me anoint You with sandalwood paste and fragrant oils.

Gopi 1: And let me offer You this honey made from flowers.

Gopi 2: Here — anklets and bracelets as my gift!

Lalita: And from me — this beautiful pearl necklace!

Gopi 1: And these golden earrings and shining rings!

Gopi 2: And this jeweled comb — let me fix Your lovely hair!

Krishna (gazing lovingly): O lotus-eyed one! You were already the most beautiful — but now You shine brighter than the moon! Come, let’s go to Chandra-sarovara!

Scene 6 — The Water Dance(They arrive at the lake, laughing and playing with water sprinklers.)

Lalita: Let’s surround Krishna and splash Him!
(They do — giggling.)

Krishna (spinning around): Ah, so that’s your game! Then take this!
(He spins, sending waves over everyone. Laughter fills the air.)

Krishna (in awe): Look at these two beautiful lotuses — a thousand petals each! Surely, the Moon-god left them for My beloved Radha!
(He brings them to Her.)

Radharani (joyfully): Oh, how fragrant they are! Wait — what’s that shining inside?

Lalita: Maybe dewdrops?

Radharani: No — look! Jewels inside each lotus! How wondrous!

Krishna (smiling): In Bahulavan there are flowers that smell just like these! Let’s go there!

Scene 7 — The Fragrant Forests

As they walked, Krishna saw the gopis tired, their foreheads glistening.

Krishna (gently): My dear friends look tired. Let Me play My flute for you.
(He plays. A cooling rain begins to fall; a fragrant breeze blows.)

Radharani (dancing): Ah, such a sweet rain! I can’t help but dance!

Lalita: And the breeze — it’s so fragrant, it fills my heart with joy!
(They sing a song glorifying Krishna as they enter Talavan forest.)

Scene 8 — The Cooling Stream

Radharani (catching her breath): Oh, I can’t spin anymore! I’m so thirsty!

Krishna (smiling): Don’t worry — I’ll take care of that!
(He touches the ground with His staff — a spring of water gushes forth. The gopis wash and drink joyfully.)

Scene 9 — Adorning Krishna(They move to Kumudavan.)

In the next forest, Radha adorned Krishna with forest flowers. She placed jasmine garlands around His neck and a crown of kadamba blossoms upon His head.

Radharani (in awe): Krishna, You shine like the God of Spring Himself!

Lalita: Just look at how skillfully Radha decorates Him!
(Gopis play instruments and sing. Radha and Krishna dance together.)

Scene 10 — The Separation

As They danced, They wandered into the forest of Kokilavan. But when the gopis arrived, Krishna had disappeared with Radha.

Lalita (sadly): Krishna left us! Where is He now?
(They search, crying “Krishna! Krishna!”)

Lalita: O trees! Have you seen the son of Nanda? O vines! Tell us where He went!
(They find footprints in the dust.)

Lalita (excitedly): Look! The marks of His lotus feet!

Gopi 1: Let’s follow them!

Gopi 2 (noticing): Here’s another set — Radha’s footprints! They’re together!

Lalita: Then He must be with Her! Come quickly!

Scene 11 — The Disappearance(Krishna and Radha together.)

Krishna (anxiously): Radha, the others are coming! Let’s go before they take You away!

Radharani (playfully): I’m too tired to walk! Carry Me, Krishna!
(He smiles, bends down.)

Krishna: Climb on My shoulders — I’ll carry You.
(As She tries — He vanishes. Radha falls to the ground, weeping.)

Radharani (crying): He’s gone! My pride has made Me lose Him!
(The gopis arrive and comfort Her.)

Lalita (angrily): Don’t cry, friend! How could He treat You so?

Gopi 1: Drink this sweet juice — it will calm You.

Gopi 2: Let me fan You — to cool Your heart.

Radharani (softly): Thank you, My dear friends… but without Him, nothing matters.

Lalita: Then let’s sing! Let’s sing His name — and He will return!
(They sing together.)

All Gopis (chanting):
O conqueror of the world!
O light of the universe!
O source of bliss!
O lotus-eyed Lord!
We bow down to You!

(Their tears fall. Krishna, moved with compassion, appears again.)

Scene 12 — The Reunion

Radharani (joyfully): Krishna! Krishna! You’ve returned!

Gopi 1: He looks even more beautiful than before!

Gopi 2: And His fragrance is divine!
(They surround Him in joy.)

Krishna (smiling): Come — let’s dance again!
(He multiplies Himself, dancing with each gopi at once. The music swells.)

Radharani: I am so happy when Krishna dances with Me!

Lalita: How blessed we are to dance with Him!
(They sing and whirl in ecstasy.)

Radharani (softly, after the dance): O Krishna, when You left us, the whole world lost its light.

Gopi 1: Now our hearts are fulfilled — we have found Your lotus feet again.

Lalita (curious): Tell us, Krishna — where were You while we searched for You?

Krishna: I went to the Milk Ocean, to rest on the serpent Shesha at Shvetadvipa.

Gopi 2 (pleading): Please show us that divine form!

Krishna: So be it.

(He reclines like Lord Narayana; Radha becomes Lakshmi, massaging His feet. The gopis bow in reverence.)

Scene 13 — The Playful Ending

(They bathe in the Yamuna, splash each other, laugh, and exchange the lotus and the flute.)

Radharani (laughing): Give back My lotus!

Krishna: Only if You return My flute!
(They exchange, laughing. Then, they play with flowers.)

Krishna: Whoever gets hit with this flower will chase the others! One, two, three — run!
(They play joyfully until the dawn light glows.)

As dawn appeared, the gopis returned home, their hearts glowing with bliss. Krishna went to Nanda Maharaja’s palace, and Radha returned to the palace of King Vrishabhanu — their love filling the whole of Vrindavan with divine joy.

In the beautiful land of Vrindavan, King Nanda Maharaja had nine hundred thousand cows!
Every morning, when Krishna went out to herd them, the cows joyfully ran after Him.

Sound: 🐄 Moo-oo! Moo-oo!

In the forest, Krishna often climbed up a tall kadamba tree.
From there, He played His sweet flute — calling the cows to explore the meadows, sparkling lakes, and shady groves of Vraja.

Hearing the flute, the obedient cows spread out through the forest — some drank cool water from the lakes,
others lovingly licked the dust of Krishna’s lotus feet, and some wandered curiously into new corners of Vrindavan. But one little cow was sad.

Little Cow (whispering sadly): I’m so small… I barely have any milk. What am I, compared to all those big, beautiful cows? No… Krishna surely doesn’t remember me…

She hid behind some bushes, far from the kadamba tree, and began to cry softly.

Sound: 🐄 Quiet sobs.

Little Cow (crying): Krishna doesn’t love me… He’ll forget me when He calls the herd home…

All day she stayed hidden, trembling with sadness. Meanwhile, the sun began to set, painting the forest golden. Krishna climbed the kadamba tree again and lifted His flute to His lips.

Krishna (smiling gently): It’s time to call My dear cows home…

Sound: 🎶 The flute plays — slow, tender, calling.

The melody floated through the air, singing the cows’ names: “Davali! Sumali! Surabhi! Aruni!”

And the first name the flute sang was… the name of that little cow!

Little Cow (in shock, then joy): My name?! He remembers me! He remembers!

Her tears vanished in an instant. She lifted her tail and ran as fast as her little legs could go!
When she reached Krishna, she bowed her head at His lotus feet and mooed happily.

Little Cow (joyfully): Moo-oo! Thank You, Krishna! You remembered me! I love You so much!

Krishna smiled and gently stroked her head.

Krishna (softly): How could I ever forget you? You are always in My heart.

And so the little cow learned a precious truth — that for Krishna, no one is ever forgotten. Every living being is dear to Him — and loved forever.