“Dada! You sit! We will dress you like a Devata.”
Only Dau dada can sit idle like this.
He is already a ready-made Devata. But Kanhai and all his other sakhas also want to play.
It is the first break of the day. The touch of Yamuna’s soft beach sand feels extremely soothing and pleasant to the body during Spring season.
Today when the kids had come to graze cows they didn’t busy themselves in gathering flowers, gunja and other such articles.
All have come on the sand. The calves have got busy grazing the lush green grass.
Now there is the shade of the nearby trees on the shore. They liked the soothing beach sand, and Kanhai has sat down on the sand.
He removed his Patuka and forest garland and has spread his legs. Filling sand in both his fists, he has started putting it on his thighs and knees.
As soon as Shyam sat down, many of the gopa kumaras came near and sat around him. Many have also started spreading their legs just like him.
After a sand-bath, all even have to bathe in the Yamuna.
Krishna and sakhas play with sand
Subala, Bhadra, Tok, Devaprastha, Varuthapa, Anshu, Tejasvi– All fill loads of sand in their hands and put it on Kanhai’s shoulders, stomach and back.
Even these showers of sand look wonderful on Shyam’s body.
Is Shyam going to sit calm like this?
Even he has started throwing sand on his friends. Thus the game of hurling sand on each-other has begun
All children are supposed to be restless, but here even Nanda Nandana is extremely careful while casting sand. They laugh and even throw sand in the air, but no one puts it on anybody’s head. Even in play, even in this game, they ensure that no sand particle enters any sakha’s eyes, ears, or face.
Dau dada standing at the banks of the Yamuna watches the war. All of a sudden Shyam stands up. He runs and holds his elder brother’s right hand.
Indeed, He has now thought of a new game.
Madhumangala greedy for Modaks
Dau laughed and said-
“I shall sit. But, Madhumangal is a Devata.
Maiya says that brahmins are no less than Devatas.”
It is right what he says. When we already have a devata present with us then why should we force someone else to be a Devata?
“Will you all offer me Modaks as Bhoga?“- If Madhumangal gets Modaks then he has no qualms in being a Devata.
“Yes! Very big-big Modaks.” Kanhai said this spreading both his arms. As if he will somehow lift such big Modaks, if someone makes them then. Kanhai said-“Wet sand Modaks.”
“You can eat them!”– Madhumagala took back his offer- “I am not being a Devata”.
But what is the point of refusing now. Bhadra says- “Now you are a Devata.
Dada says that Brahmins are devatas.
Kanhai, Bhadra, Vishal, Varuthapa have all clung to Madhumangala, then how can he even stand. Bhadra held his right leg and pulled it, then Madhumangala sat down by his own. If he wouldn’t have sat by himself, then someone was also ready to pull his other leg too.
Madhumangala in trouble
Kanhai says- “You keep sitting quietly.”
Krishna is putting sand on his shoulders. Varuthapa and Arjuna have kept his legs pressed. Vishala has grabbed him, so that he doesn’t stand or run. Tok, Devaprastha and the rest are busy collecting sand from the surroundings in both their hands and piling it around him.
All have enclosed Madhumangala in a heap of sand till his waist. When the pile started rising more towards the top, Madhumangala left out a yell- “I don’t want to become a Devata. Are you planning to give Samadhi to a Brahmin in sand?”
Madhumangala continues to scream and all the other children are laughing. Kanhai is losing himself in laughter. Now even he is sitting in the kneeling posture and is getting sand in both his hands along with his sakhas.
He is then beating the tall-rising heap of sand with both his hands getting it at an equal level.
Thus, His hand imprints are being made all around the 4 sides of the sand-tower.
“Please, let me go!”– Madhumangala sometimes calls out for Dau dada, sometimes he pleads before Kanhai. All have covered him till his throat with sand.
“Now I will offer Bhoga to you.”– From the shore, Shyamsundara runs towards the water to make a modak of wet sand for him. Alongside, someone brings a handful of water from the way and puts it on Madhumangala’s head- just a few drops- and the others have stuck leaves and flowers on his head.
Completely smeared in sand, holding a modak of wet sand in his hands, comes Kanhai laughing all the while.
Madhumangala has somehow managed to free himself and has taken to his heels.
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