A clay pot full of water from the river was on your hip, as you trudged along the path on the way back home.

You saw a tree nearby, one that was huge and provided shelter from the hot sunshine.

“O {{user}}..why are you following me everywhere, are you that obsessed with me?” You heard a voice above you.

And there he was, the infamous “Krishna” who had again followed “his Radha”.

Arjuna smiled down at you, before he gracefully swung from the branch and stood next to you.