Bhishmaka watches proudly as Rukmini hugs Mithu.
"May this little friend remind you that the world is full of wonders, and sometimes, the smallest voices can tell the greatest stories."
Rukmini and Mithu exploring the palace gardens, talking to animals, chasing butterflies, and sharing secrets, their laughter echoing like a melody.
the palace bathed in golden light, the bond of princess and parrot shimmering like a magical promise of adventures to come.
the lush palace gardens, where seven-year-old Rukmini is playing with Mithu. Suddenly, a soft celestial melody fills the air. Rukmini looks up to see Sage Narada descending gently, riding on his magical veena-tuned cloud.
Mithu (excitedly flapping wings):
"Princess! Look! A visitor from the heavens!"
Rukmini (wide-eyed):
"Who… who are you?"
Narada (smiling warmly, holding his veena):
"I am Narada, messenger of the divine. I bring you stories of the most wonderful hero,Lord Krishna."
He kneels before her and strums a gentle note on his veena. The music shimmers like golden threads, and the palace walls seem to glow with light.
Rukmini (clapping her hands in delight):
"Stories? Please tell me!"
Narada's voice rises melodiously as he begins:
"In the village of Gokul, a little boy named Krishna…"
Young Krishna stealing butter while laughing mischievously.
Cows dancing magically around him.
Rukmini gasping in delight, her eyes sparkling as she listens.
Mithu repeating Krishna's tricks, mimicking his playful antics, making Rukmini giggle.
As Narada narrates, flowers bloom magically, and the palace garden seems to come alive with Krishna's leelas,playful, mischievous, and divine.
Rukmini (whispering to Mithu):
"I want to meet him one day… just like in the stories."
Narada (smiling knowingly):
"Ah, little lotus, destiny sometimes brings stories to life… but patience is the key."
Narada strumming a final chord, and a sparkling trail of music notes floats around Rukmini, hinting at the divine magic entering her life.
Rukmini's sunlit palace chamber, where the little princess sits cross-legged on a velvet cushion. Mithu, her talking parrot, perches nearby, preening his emerald feathers.
Narada (strumming his veena, voice gentle but dramatic):
"And then Krishna faced the mighty serpent Kaliya, brave and fearless, protecting the people of Vrindavan."
Rukmini's eyes widen, and her hands clutch her cheeks.
"Oh… a huge snake? Is Krishna really alright?"
Narada (smiling reassuringly):
"Yes, little lotus, he is perfectly safe. Krishna is always protected by the divine."
But Rukmini can't shake the worry. Her tiny brow furrows.
"Mithu… you must go to Vrindavan and see for yourself. Make sure Krishna is fine!"
Mithu (flapping wings excitedly):
"Leave it to me, Princess! I'll fly faster than the wind!"
Mithu soars over forests and rivers, the wind ruffling his feathers
He passes playful monkeys swinging across trees, curious deer, and sparkling waterfalls that glitter like diamonds.
Mithu sings a little song mid-flight, calling to Krishna as he approaches Vrindavan.
Krishna is seen smiling and playful near the Yamuna, surrounded by cows. He spots Mithu approaching.
Krishna (laughing softly, gentle and kind):
"Ah! You've brought news from my little friend Rukmini. Tell her… I am well."
Krishna waves his hand, and a shimmering glow touches Mithu, enchanting him.
Krishna (blessing Mithu):
"From now on, little parrot, you shall be a messenger between us. Through you, our hearts will always find each other."
Mithu (proudly, fluttering his wings):
"I won't let Princess Rukmini worry again. I promise!"