Melting the haze of confusion, with a lucid shine this person’s speak, makes even the enemies benign such ease of speech and diction! will I ever divine? “Nay!”, says the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line
Journeying through darkness, in a world that seems upside down Straining every moment, to seek victory against mud and stone
The King of Himapura lost his eldest son in the battle with the beast. The beast also left the kingdom in tatters and went back into the deep forests in the mountains that surrounded Himapura.
A long time ago, near the banks of river Godavari and cuddled between the beautiful Papi hills was a small village by name Kummaripalle (Village of the Potters). The village people were very friendly with each other