Bheem closed his eyes and called out loudly, “Krishna! I’m not alone!”
Curious and brave, Bheem followed. There, sitting on a low branch, was a little boy with dark blue skin, sparkling eyes, and a crown of peacock feathers. He was none other than – but in his child form, the Makhan Chor of Vrindavan. Chhota Bheem Aur Krishna
Krishna caught his flute, played a single soft note, and the whole cave filled with rainbow light. Outside, Dholakpur’s birds began singing again, and the river sparkled. Bheem closed his eyes and called out loudly, “Krishna
“Give back the flute!” Bheem shouted. Bheem followed. There