Chapter 1: Balaram's Return to Braj

The music of Mirchi's Special Presentation echoed through the air, like a whisper from the times of the past. In a distant land, voices of discontent murmured among the royal court.

"We should take away all their royal symbols right now," one voice insisted, his tone sharp with frustration. "They've been too arrogant, and we can't tolerate it anymore."

Another voice, firm and resolute, replied, "Because of your stubbornness, I will punish you properly today. With my plow, I will divide you completely."

The discussions were tense. "We made them kings by giving them the throne and equal rights. And now they oppose us," someone lamented.

A voice called out, "Hey Banrak, you sent a message through your messenger that I should give up my weapons. I don't have those weapons, but I'm giving them up on you."

Amidst these serious conversations, the stories of Krishna began to resurface, tales woven from the sage Vedavyasa's Shrimad Bhagavat Mahapurana and the Garg Samhita. Today, the focus was on Balaram's journey to Braj. The familiar chant of "Hari Om" floated through the air, like a gentle breeze carrying memories of old.

It had been a long time since Krishna and Balaram left the lush fields of Vrindavan. The people of Braj often wondered if they remembered their homeland. The sages assured them that both brothers thought of Braj frequently. Balaram, feeling the weight of his longing, decided to visit. He planned to meet King Nanda, Mother Yashoda, and all their dear relatives.

When Balaram arrived, the people of Braj were overjoyed. His presence was like a balm to their hearts. Old friends hugged him warmly and led him to King Nanda's house. As Balaram bowed, King Nanda embraced him tightly.

"Oh Balaram, Balaram, it's been so long since you came to Braj, my son," King Nanda exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion. "Is everything well in Dwarka?"

Balaram nodded, his eyes bright with affection. "Yes, Father, everyone in Dwarka is well. I was so eager to see you all, so I came."

"You did well, my son. I can't tell you how happy I am to see you. How is our Kanai (Krishna)? Balaram, I know you take care of him, but we haven't seen him for so long. We miss him dearly."

Balaram reassured him, "Father, Krishna is well. He thinks of you all the time too. But he has so many royal duties that he can't come to Braj."

Just then, Mother Yashoda appeared, her eyes glistening with tears. "Balaram, Balaram, you've come, my son."

"Mother," Balaram said softly, "it's been so long since I saw your face."

Yashoda's voice trembled as she spoke, "You are the jewel of our family, our worthy son. But look at your brother, he seems to have forgotten this mother."

"Don't cry, Mother, don't cry," Balaram pleaded gently. "None of us have forgotten you. What can I say, Mother? Kanai has many heavy responsibilities as a ruler. Otherwise, would he not have come?"

Yashoda sighed, wiping her tears. "You're comforting me, Balaram. You're comforting me. I know Kanai won't come anymore, no matter how much I call him. But now that you've come, seeing your face has taken away all my sorrow."

Balaram held her hands, his voice steady and warm. "Mother, don't be sad. Believe me, your Kanai thinks of you all the time, Mother, I'm not lying."

She smiled through her tears. "No, my son, you are the jewel of my heart. You can't lie. Come, Balaram. Come, come. Take some rest, my son. You've traveled a long way and must be tired."

"Don't say it like that to me," Balaram replied with a smile. "We must return to our parents and relatives. And the path back to Braj is not tiring at all for me, Mother." After taking a little rest, Balaram went to meet everyone in Braj. The people were amazed by his unexpected visit. Their joy was palpable, and the cowherds and cowherd girls felt their sadness lift, even if just for a moment.

The cowherd girls gathered around Balaram, their eyes filled with curiosity and affection. "Oh Balaram, you are now settled with a family. You are living happily with your children. Do you still remember us?" one of them asked.

Balaram's voice was gentle as he replied, "Don't make me sad by asking such questions. We haven't forgotten the people of Braj for even a single day. Even in the midst of all our work, we always remember you. That's why I have rushed here, leaving everything behind."

"Balaram, we are grateful to you. You have saved us from that oppressive part and protected us. But please tell us about Krishna. Will you?" another girl asked eagerly.

"Of course, I will," Balaram promised, his face lighting up with a smile. "What do you want to know?"

And so, the stories began to unfold, as the people of Braj listened with rapt attention, their hearts filled with warmth and nostalgia.

Chapter 2: The Folly of Paundraka

The air was thick with a sense of longing as the cowherd girls gathered around Balaram, their eyes reflecting the aching memories of a time gone by. One of the girls, her voice trembling with emotion, asked, "Does he ever remember his parents, his friends, us cowherd girls? He hasn't come to see his mother even once all this time. Even after death, people don't forget their loved ones. We left everything—parents, husbands, children, home—just for him. But he abandoned our love and went far away. He's a betrayer, a betrayer."

Another girl, trying to console her friend, sighed deeply, "Let it go, friend. Thinking about him only brings us pain. We understand now that he doesn't remember us, and he doesn't feel even a bit of sorrow for us."

Balaram, sensing their sorrow, spoke gently, "Friends, on behalf of Krishna, I sincerely apologize to you. Krishna is so absorbed in fulfilling his duties as a warrior that he can't leave Dwaraka to come here. That's why he sent me, so you can hear all about him from me. Come, let me tell you everything about Krishna."

King Balaram was known for his skillful storytelling, and he began to weave tales of Krishna that were both amusing and heartwarming. As he spoke, the cowherd girls listened intently, their expressions softening as they were transported back to happier times.

"Did this console them, my lord?" someone asked.

"Yes, King. They were comforted, and then they all began to serve Balaram. He, being a part of Lord Narayana himself, was no less charming than Krishna. So, the cowherd girls found joy in his company once again."

Curious about Balaram's stay, a young listener asked, "Teacher, how long did Balaram stay in Gokul? Can you tell me what happened while he was there?"

"Balaram stayed in Gokul for two months, Chaitra and Vaishakh," the teacher explained. "One night, he was sitting with the gopis by the Yamuna River in a beautiful garden. The moonlight made everything look like it was glowing. At that time, Varuna, the god of water, sent his daughter to entertain Balaram. The full moon night by the Yamuna was truly enchanting."

"Oh, what a wonderful scene it was!" another student exclaimed. "Teacher, who was Varuna's daughter? How did she entertain Balaram?"

The teacher continued, "Varuni Devi, the daughter of King Varuna, was her name. While Balaram was wandering in the garden with the gopis, she appeared from a hollow in a big tree, spreading a sweet fragrance everywhere."

Balaram, drawn by the lovely scent, went under the tree with the gopis, and they all enjoyed the fragrance together. The divine play was indeed a beautiful sight, comforting the gopis and filling the night with joy.

"Yes, Parikshit, the Lord's play is truly beautiful. Balaram was no less handsome than Krishna."

While wandering in the garden with his friends, Balaram wore a garland of flowers and a special Vaijayanti garland. In one ear, he had a shining earring, and his face always had a heavenly smile. One day, while walking by the Yamuna, he invited the river to join him for water games. But did Yamuna agree to play with Balaram? No, she did not. Yamuna ignored Balaram's call.

"Why, Teacher? Why did Yamuna ignore Balaram's invitation?" a student asked, puzzled.

"Actually, Yamuna did not recognize Balaram. She thought some handsome young man, perhaps drunk, was calling her, so she ignored the invitation."

"What happened next, Teacher? What did Balaram do then?" the students were eager to know.

Balaram became very angry and used his plow to draw Yamuna towards him. He declared, "Oh wicked Yamuna, I called you, and you ignored my call. You insulted me like this. Fine, for your disobedience, I will punish you. With my plow, I will divide you into many streams right now."

Hearing these words, Yamuna became scared and realized that this was no ordinary man and that he was not drunk. Seeing his plow, she understood that he was the mighty Balaram. Trembling with fear, she touched Balaram's feet and began to plead.

"Oh mighty Balaram, please forgive my mistake. I did not recognize you. I have made a mistake. I seek your protection and beg for your forgiveness for my actions. Please have mercy on me."

Balaram, his anger melting away, nodded. "Alright, I forgive you. Come now. Join the gopis and me in the water games."

"As you wish, my Lord," Yamuna replied, relieved.

Balaram went to the Yamuna River with all the gopis to play in the water. The river Yamuna was with them too. Just like a mighty elephant plays in the water with female elephants, Balaram played in the water with the gopis. After enjoying the water games, when he came out, Goddess Lakshmi gave him a blue robe and many precious ornaments.

Chapter 3: The Mischief of Dvivida

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the sage's humble abode, Parikshit leaned forward, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What was Dvivida's connection with Krishna?" he asked eagerly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The sage, known for his wisdom and patience, took a deep breath and began to weave the tale. "King," he said, "when Dvivida heard that Krishna had slain Bhaumasura, he was consumed with rage. Determined to avenge his friend's death, he set out on a path of destruction. Dvivida set fire to the city, villages, and countryside of Dvaraka, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake. His anger was so intense that he would even lift massive mountains and use them to wreak havoc upon the land, crushing places, people, and creatures alike."

Parikshit's brow furrowed in concern. "But why did he cause so much trouble, Acharyadev?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

The sage nodded, understanding the young king's confusion. "The monkey's primary target was Dvaraka, for that was Krishna's home. However, being mischievous by nature, Dvivida also delighted in causing chaos in the ashrams of great sages. He uprooted trees and plants, threw waste into their sacred fires, and defiled the holy places. His mischief knew no bounds, as he even captured men and women, imprisoning them in mountain caves."

Parikshit listened intently, his imagination painting vivid pictures of the chaos. "What happened next, Acharyadev?" he asked, eager to hear more.

"One day," the sage continued, "Dvivida heard the sweet strains of music drifting from Mount Raivataka. Following the melodic sound, he discovered Shri Balarama, the leader of the Yadu clan, enjoying the music in the company of beautiful young women, sipping a drink called Varuni."

Parikshit chuckled, imagining the scene. "What mischief did the naughty monkey do there, Acharyadev?"

The sage's eyes twinkled with amusement. "The monkey climbed a tree and began to shake its branches vigorously. Then, emboldened by the women's laughter, he made funny faces at them, drawing more giggles. Growing more audacious, he approached Balarama directly, making rude gestures and loud noises."

Parikshit couldn't help but smile at the monkey's antics. "What a daring act by that foolish monkey! What happened next, Acharyadev?"

The sage's expression turned serious as he recounted the tale. "Annoyed by the monkey's antics, Balarama picked up a stone and hurled it at him. But Dvivida dodged it with ease. To further provoke Balarama, he smashed a pot of Varuni and began pulling at the women's clothes, hoping to incite Balarama's wrath."

Parikshit's hands clenched into fists, his anger mirroring the sage's tale. "Hearing about such bad behavior makes me really angry, Acharyadev. What did Balarama do then?"

"Balarama, realizing the danger the monkey posed, decided it was time to act. He picked up his club and plow, ready to confront Dvivida. The monkey, seeing Balarama's determination, uprooted a massive tree and charged at him with it."

The young king leaned forward, his eyes wide. "Was Balarama able to block the attack? Did he fight back?"

"Yes, King," the sage replied, his voice filled with admiration. "Balarama blocked the attack and struck Dvivida hard on the head with his club, Sunanda. Though bleeding heavily, the monkey refused to give up. He grabbed another tree, but Balarama smashed it to pieces. As their battle raged on, the forest soon stood barren, stripped of its trees."

Parikshit was captivated. "Acharyadev, there's no doubt that the mischievous monkey was very powerful. But how did he continue the fight without any trees left?"

The sage smiled, impressed by the young king's curiosity. "When the trees were gone, Dvivida resorted to hurling huge rocks from the mountain at Balarama. But Balarama shattered each rock with his weapon. Finally, seeing no other option, Dvivida clenched his fists and charged, striking Balarama in the chest."

"And what did Balarama do then?" Parikshit asked, holding his breath.

"Balarama dropped his weapons and struck Dvivida with his bare hands, a powerful blow to the ribs. The force was so great that Dvivida fell to the ground, coughing up blood. The whole of Raivataka trembled with the impact of his fall. In the end, no power could match the might of Balarama."

Parikshit exhaled slowly, awed by the tale. "Yes, Parikshit," the sage concluded, "even a mighty monkey like Dvivida was no match for Balarama. As Dvivida lay defeated, the gods in the sky cheered, the sages sang praises, and flowers rained down upon Balarama. With his victory, he returned to Dvarakapuri."

The young king's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Teacher, tell me more about Balarama and his bravery," he urged. "Jambavati and Krishna had a son named Samba, who was so strong he could defeat many warriors alone. Samba even kidnapped Duryodhana's daughter, Lakshmana, from her swayamvara ceremony. Teacher, this event..."

And so, the stories of heroes and legends continued to unfold under the starry night sky, each tale more captivating than the last.

Chapter 4: The Capture of Samba

The young king leaned forward, eyes wide with curiosity. "Surely, this made the Kauravas very angry. Did they do anything about it?" he asked eagerly.

His teacher nodded solemnly. "Yes, King. This incident indeed upset the Kauravas greatly. They exclaimed, 'Look at the arrogance of the Yadava boy! He dares to kidnap a Kaurava princess. Our daughter doesn't even like him, yet he took her away, ignoring everyone. This arrogant Yadava should be captured and punished immediately.'"

"But how could they do that?" the king interjected, his voice tinged with concern. "Samba is Krishna's son. The Yadavas will be very angry about this. What if they get angry with us?"

The teacher continued, "The Kauravas thought, 'They live because of our kindness. In fact, if they come here to rescue Samba, it would be good. We can teach them a lesson. So, let's get permission from the elders and set out to capture Samba.'"

"Teacher, who went to capture Samba?" the young king asked, his curiosity unabated.

"Brave warriors like Duryodhana rushed after Samba," the teacher explained. "With the elders' permission, they set out to capture him. When the great warrior Samba learned that Dhritarashtra's sons were coming for him, he turned around, ready with his mighty bow. Meanwhile, the Kauravas, led by Karna as their commander, surrounded him and began a fierce attack."

The king's eyes widened in awe. "Really, Teacher? How did Samba defend himself against such great warriors like Karna and Duryodhana?"

"King, do not forget that Samba is the son of Lord Krishna himself," the teacher replied with a smile. "Just like a lion gets angry seeing the arrogance of deer, Samba got angry seeing the boasting of the Kauravas. He took his beautiful bow and shot six arrows at each of the six warriors. The opponents praised Samba's speed and skill in shooting arrows."

"But, teacher," the king pressed on, "did they stop the fight then?"

"King, true greatness means appreciating the good qualities of others, whether they are friends or foes," the teacher said wisely. "All the kings present that day were mighty warriors. So, even though the battle continued, they couldn't help but admire Samba's bravery and skill."

The king leaned closer. "What happened next in the battle, teacher?"

"After the combined attack of the six warriors, Samba lost his chariot," the teacher recounted. "With great difficulty, they managed to defeat Samba and capture him. Then, they took Samba and Lakshmana back to Hastinapur with great joy."

The king frowned. "But how did the news of Samba's capture reach the Yadavas, teacher?"

"Narada Muni himself went to Dvaraka and informed the Yadavas," the teacher explained. "As soon as they heard the news, they became very angry and, on King Ugrasena's orders, prepared to attack the Kauravas."

The king's brow furrowed in thought. "Did a conflict break out between the Kauravas and the Yadavas then?"

"No, King," the teacher said with a reassuring smile. "Balarama was always against any kind of conflict. He told King Ugrasena, 'Your Majesty, I heard that you have ordered the Yadava army to attack the Kauravas to free Krishna's son Samba. But I have a suggestion.'"

The king nodded, eager to hear more. "Yes, Balarama, please share your suggestion."

"Balarama advised, 'Your Majesty, attacking the Kauravas would be wrong. It would only ruin the relationship between the Kauravas and the Vrishnis, and no good would come of it.'"

The king listened intently. "So what do you suggest? Please tell me. They have unjustly captured our brave son Samba."

"Balarama continued, 'Your Majesty, they acted according to their judgment, and we should act according to ours. If we can resolve this peacefully and bring Samba back with honor, I think that's what we should do.'"

The king nodded in agreement. "Alright, I accept your advice. But who will mediate the discussion with the Kauravas? Who will go to Hastinapur?"

Balarama offered, "Your Majesty, if you permit, I will go there. I will speak with King Dhritarashtra. He will surely listen to us and understand."

The king gave his consent. "Then so be it. Set out for Hastinapur as soon as possible. Take some Yadava soldiers with you."

Balarama shook his head gently. "As you command, Your Majesty. But not soldiers. Please allow me to take only a few Brahmins and elders with me."

"Very well, permission granted," the king replied.

The young king was captivated. "How did the Kauravas receive Balarama's arrival in Hastinapur, teacher?"

The teacher continued the tale. "When King Balarama arrived in Hastinapur, he first arranged for them to stay in a garden outside the city. To learn about the Kauravas' activities, he sent Uddhava to their royal court. In the court, Uddhava praised the heroes like Dhritarashtra, Bhishma, Dronacharya, and Duryodhana, and finally shared the news of Balarama's arrival."

The night deepened, and the stars twinkled above as the story unfolded, weaving a tapestry of bravery and wisdom under the vast, endless sky.

Chapter 5: The Arrival of Balarama

The night deepened, and the stars twinkled above as the stories of bravery and wisdom continued to weave their tapestry under the vast, endless sky. The children listened with wide eyes, eager for more tales of the ancient heroes.

"How did the Kauravas react to Balarama's arrival, wise sage?" a young boy asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

The sage smiled, nodding thoughtfully. "Ah, the Kauravas held Balarama in high regard. They were overjoyed to hear of his arrival. After welcoming Uddhava, they hurried to greet Balarama themselves."

The sage paused, his eyes twinkling as he painted the picture with his words. "After exchanging pleasantries, Balarama, with a calm yet firm demeanor, spoke to them. 'I have come with a message from King Ugrasena,' he began. 'We know that many of you have unfairly defeated and imprisoned the righteous Samba. But you are our relatives, and we do not wish for conflict among family. So, I request you to send Samba and his new bride to us in Dvaraka immediately.'"

The children leaned in closer, captivated by the unfolding events. The sage continued, "Balarama's words were filled with such confidence and strength that the Kauravas were momentarily speechless. They began to whisper among themselves, their pride wounded."

"'How strange!' one of them exclaimed. 'Just because there was a marriage alliance with the Yadavas, they think they are our equals! We made them kings and gave them equal rights, and now they oppose us! We should strip them of all royal symbols immediately. We can't tolerate this arrogance any longer.'"

The sage's voice grew more intense, reflecting Balarama's rising anger. "Balarama was deeply upset by their pride and rude behavior. He realized that when wicked people gain power, strength, and wealth, they cannot live peacefully. In his heart, he knew the Yadavas were ready to attack if necessary."

"'I convinced them not to fight and came here to mediate,' he thought to himself. 'And these fools treated me so rudely. If I wanted, I could punish them severely today and set them on the right path.'"

The tension in the room was palpable as the sage described Balarama's decisive action. "Filled with anger, Balarama stood up, his mighty plow in hand. He began to pull with it, intending to uproot all of Hastinapur and drown it in the Ganges."

Gasps filled the air, and one of the children whispered, "What did they do to save themselves, dear teacher?"

The sage nodded, his expression softening. "Seeing the situation turn dire, the Kauravas became desperate. To protect themselves, they quickly freed Samba and brought him and Lakshmana before Balarama, seeking his forgiveness. They praised him in many ways, hoping to cool his anger."

The sage's voice turned gentle, reflecting Balarama's change of heart. "Balarama's anger cooled, and with a smile, he assured them of their safety. Duryodhana accepted Samba as his son-in-law, acknowledging the bond between their families."

The children sighed with relief, and the sage continued, "Duryodhana loved his daughter very much. So, when she went to Dvaraka with her husband, he gave a dowry of 1,200 elephants, 100,000 horses, 6,000 chariots, and 1,000 maidservants adorned with gold. After that, Balarama, Samba, and the new bride Lakshmana returned to Dvaraka with great honor."

A young girl raised her hand, her eyes shining with curiosity. "I have a question, sir. Krishna was always busy with battles and wars. So, what was his home life like? Could you please tell me about it?"

The sage chuckled softly. "Ah, that is indeed a story worth telling. Once, King Narada was very curious about Krishna's household life. Especially when he learned that after defeating Bhaumasura, Krishna brought back 16,000 princesses who were held captive and married them all on the same day, at the same time, in 16,000 different palaces."

The children’s eyes widened in amazement, and the sage continued, "Unable to contain his curiosity, Narada journeyed to Dvaraka to witness this marvel for himself."

One of the children leaned forward eagerly. "What did he see there?"

The sage's voice took on a tone of wonder as he described the scene. "Narada saw that the gardens and parks of Dvaraka were beautifully decorated with flowers of various colors. In the clear water of the ponds, ducks and cranes swam gracefully. The ponds were stunning, adorned with blue, red, and white lotuses. He also saw the crystal-built palaces of Dvaraka, and all the royal roads and alleys were uniquely beautiful."

The children listened in awe, their imaginations painting vivid pictures of the legendary city. "Did the sage Narada enter any of Krishna's palaces?" one of them asked.

"Yes, indeed," the sage replied with a smile. "Sage Narada first entered the grand and beautiful palace of Queen Rukmini. At that time, Krishna was resting on a bed, and Queen Rukmini herself was fanning him with a golden fan."

The sage’s voice was filled with warmth as he concluded the tale. "Seeing the sage enter, Krishna got up from the bed and warmly welcomed him, saying, 'O sage, you are full of wisdom, detachment, righteousness, fame, beauty, and wealth. Tell me, what can I do for you? It is my great fortune to see you today. I came here hoping for this very moment.'"

The children sat in silence, their hearts filled with the rich tales of the past, eagerly awaiting the next chapter in the saga of the gods and heroes.

Chapter 6: The Many Lives of Krishna

The sun hung high over the city of Dvaraka, its golden rays casting long shadows across the grand palaces. Inside one of these magnificent halls, the sage Narada found himself entering the realm of Krishna's second wife. The air was filled with laughter and the clattering sound of dice rolling across a polished board.

Krishna, seated comfortably with his wife and his dear friend Uddhava, looked up with a warm smile as Narada entered. "Ah, sage Narada," Krishna greeted, his eyes twinkling with the mischief of a thousand stars. "How fares your journey today?"

Narada, who had just been with Krishna moments ago in another palace, was taken aback. It was as if Krishna had not seen him earlier, yet here he was, greeting him as though they were meeting for the first time. The sage, though well-versed in the divine mysteries of the universe, found himself utterly astonished by this wondrous display of Krishna's divine magic.

As Narada continued his visits from one palace to the next, he witnessed Krishna in myriad forms of daily life. In one palace, Krishna sat deep in meditation, his face serene and calm. In another, he was engaged in sacred rituals, his hands moving gracefully through the ancient gestures. Elsewhere, he was in serious discussion with his ministers, the weight of a kingdom's decisions resting on his shoulders. And in yet another, he joyfully arranged the marriages of his sons and daughters, laughter and celebration filling the air.

Narada marveled at how Krishna, the divine being, lived as a devoted householder, giving equal attention and love to each of his wives, fulfilling his responsibilities with unwavering dedication. It was a sight that filled the sage with awe, deepening his understanding of the Lord's boundless nature.

Having witnessed these wonders, Narada finally bowed before Krishna, his heart overflowing with reverence. "O Lord," he said, "your divine play is beyond comprehension." With a heart full of gratitude, Narada returned to Vishnuloka, the celestial abode, his mind enriched by the marvels he had seen.

Just as the sage departed, a new figure arrived at the royal court of Dvaraka. The air was charged with anticipation as this unknown messenger, sent by the imprisoned kings held captive by the wicked king Jarasandha, approached Krishna. The messenger's voice trembled with urgency as he relayed the plight of the captive kings, pleading for Krishna's aid in their rescue.

Krishna listened intently, his expression thoughtful. Beside him, Uddhava, ever wise, suggested a plan. "Encourage the Pandavas to perform the Rajasuya sacrifice," he advised. "In doing so, Bhima can defeat Jarasandha, and you, my Lord, can then rescue the imprisoned kings."

Krishna nodded, his mind already weaving the threads of destiny. The rescue of the captive kings would soon unfold, and the tale of his divine adventures would continue to echo through the ages.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the kingdom, the stories of Krishna lingered in the hearts of all who heard them. Based on the ancient texts of the great sage Vedavyasa's Srimad Bhagavatam and the Garga Samhita, these tales would continue to inspire generations to come.

Main Cast:

• Parikshit: Sukhdeb Shubhajit Chatterjee
• Krishna: Spandan Das
• Balarama: Gaurav Tapadar
• Nanda: Bratadip Mukherjee
• Yashoda: Sudipta Ghosh
• Gopi: Jaitri Banerjee
• Ugrasena: Sangeeta Ganguli
• Narada: Ramswaroop Ganguli

Production Team:

• Dramatization: Samak Roy
• Sound Recording and Effects: Mahua Bandopadhyay and Sujata Bhattacharya
• Sound Design and Mixing: Satyajit Sen
• Direction: Sabhyasachi Mukherjee
• Creative Direction: Shaoli Majumdar
• Production: Indrani Chakraborty
• Presented by: Pastel Entertainment

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