With a wink and a swirl of his flute, Krishna vanished in a shower of marigold petals, leaving behind only a peacock feather for Bheem’s turban.
From that day on, whenever Bheem felt afraid, he’d touch the feather and hear a whisper: “Play on, brave one. The music never leaves you.” Chhota Bheem Aur Krishna
Bheem tried to punch him, but his fists passed right through the wind-demon. Ghurnasur laughed and trapped Bheem in a whirlwind. Just when Bheem thought he’d fail, he remembered Krishna’s words: “Pure strength of a true friend.” With a wink and a swirl of his