I have freed Krishna....

"I have freed Krishna......Amma, I've freed Krishna!" Kusuma could hear little Ramu screaming out with full excitement.
       There came Ramu with a beaming smile and radiant eyes. Before Kusuma could start her interrogation; Ramu set out a couple of those to an astonished Kusuma.
       "Amma why do you lock Him up there in that puja-room? Don't you know that He loved to be with the young Yadhavas....always with fun and frolic. Our school-master told us today that children should be allowed to play freely to grow strong! So, amma I've taken our Kannah out from the puja-room. Yeah....I've freed Krishna." In no time Ramu pulled Kusuma to the garden.
       It was amazing!  Kusuma's Balamurali Krishna was adorning their small garden with his flute...!
        Kusuma was spell-bound with a greater happiness sitting beside her three-year-old son and his playmates. She could sense a naughty smile and a sparkle emanating greater wisdom in her little Krishna's eyes.

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