Caught Red-handed

“Ma, but no. I did not eat butter”, said little Krishna when he was caught red-handed. Yashoda looked at her son seated on an upturned mortar with butter smeared hands and feet.

Krishna ran as if very much afraid, when he saw Yashoda coming with a stick in hand. He allowed himself to be caught by her after running a little distance.

“I hear complaints from almost anyone and everyone. Your mischief has crossed all bounds. I am angry from the daily taunt of all the villagers. I gave you too much freedom”, said Yashoda after throwing the stick away. But she then brought a rope and decided to tie Krishna to the mortar. She found the rope a little short and brought a longer one. Still the rope proved to be short. Every time she joined more lengths of rope, the shortage of two inches remained constant.

Seeing his mom exhausted, Krishna finally allowed her to succeed but then dragged the heavy mortar behind him, walking around, leaving a smitten and laughing Yashoda behind.


This is one of my favorite stories of little Krishna. I used to sit in awe and wonder whenever my Grandma told his adventures and mischief. As a teenager, I fell in love with him after enacting a play as Mirabai. Now, he is more of a friend, a companion. 😀

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Day 4 Prompt – Caught red-handed


  1. Wonderfully written 🙂


  2. ❤ Krishna and his stories 😙


  3. I also grew up listening to the stories of Little Krishna from my Grandma. And till today, I go back and read those Children Books as they are simply nostalgic.


  4. Shilpa Garg says:

    This is such a delightful tale. You never tire of listening or reading such stories! Incidentally, Suzy has written about the same story today too!


  5. inquisitivegeet says:

    Krishna’s story is really cute. We all enjoyed listening to it all our childhood!



  6. Yes, this is such a cute tale. the stories of his childhood are just amazing.


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