The Advent of Krishna

A Night of Strange Light

Long ago, in the city of Mathura, a heavy fear sat on the people. The cruel king Kamsa kept his sister Devaki and her husband Vasudeva locked in a prison. Kamsa had heard a prophecy that Devaki's child would end his cruelty. He was afraid.

On one quiet night, the sky changed. Stars burned like lamps. A soft music seemed to come from every corner of the world. Devaki felt her heart calm. Vasudeva looked at his wife and saw peace on her face. They both knew something wonderful was coming.

"This is the moment," Devaki whispered. "The baby will come now."

Vasudeva held her hand. He felt love and a brave calm grow inside him.

The Miracle in the Prison

When the baby was born, the room filled with gentle light. The child did not cry like other babies. Instead, he seemed to smile as if he remembered the whole world. Devaki looked at him and felt a joy that fear could not touch.

Outside the prison, the heavy locks and gates fell open by a strange power. The guards outside fell asleep as if a sweet sleep had taken them. Vasudeva felt the way clear before him. He wrapped the baby in a soft cloth and stepped into the night.

"Who is this child?" one guard whispered. He could not move his body. The whole world seemed to be helping the child find a home.

The Walk to Gokul

Vasudeva walked through the dark streets. The river Yamuna flowed fast and wide, but when Vasudeva reached its banks, the waters made a gentle path. The moon gave him light. A great calm kept him safe. Some stories say a great serpent held its hood above the baby like an umbrella. What Vasudeva felt was only love and a deep trust.

As he crossed the river, he sang quietly to the child. "Little one, be happy. I will take you where you will be safe."

When he reached Gokul, he found the small home of Nanda and Yashoda sleeping. Yashoda had just given birth to a child too. Vasudeva set the baby Krishna in her arms and quietly took the newborn girl in exchange. He wrapped her the same way and went back through the night to Mathura.

The Moment with Kamsa

Kamsa learned of the birth and came running. He was angry and cruel. He snatched the child from Devaki and rose to kill him. But the baby slipped from his hands like light. The child rose into the air for a moment and became a goddess of power and grace.

The goddess looked straight at Kamsa with steady eyes. She spoke in a voice that sounded like thunder and yet like a bell. "Your time will come from the child of Devaki, but not now. The child you fear has been taken where he is loved."

Kamsa could only roar and throw his strength into the air. He felt a cold fear enter him for the first time. The goddess left like a breeze.

Home in Gokul

In Gokul, Yashoda woke to find a smiling baby in her arms. The baby had the soft face of a dream. Yashoda looked at him and whispered, "Oh, little one, who are you?"

Krishna laughed as if the world were a play. The cowherd men and women came to see him and felt a strange joy. The child turned the house into a place of music and laughter. Nanda, the leader of the cowherds, watched the child with wonder and pride.

Vasudeva returned to the prison and placed the baby girl with Devaki. Devaki held the child and felt a peace that made her cry softly. Even in the prison, she smiled because she knew the small boy was safe.

The World Notices

The news of the divine night spread quietly. Farmers saw their cows happier. Mothers felt a sweet calm near their children. The trees seemed to bow their branches in greeting. People who met the child felt their hearts open.

Krishna, though a small child, was the reason for the change. He did not seem like other babies. He played with butter and smiled at the cows. He threw little mischiefs that made people laugh. Yet behind his playful eyes, there was a deep brightness, as if he could see all the way to the sky.

A Promise Hidden in a Smile

Once, sitting in Yashoda's lap, Krishna looked up and said to no one in particular, "I have come to be with you."

Yashoda held him close and felt that words were not needed. Vasudeva, watching from the side, bowed his head. He felt that the long fear had ended, for now.

Far away, in Kamsa's palace, the cruel king tossed and turned. He dreamed of a child holding a flute and walking through fields. He awoke with a new, darker plan. The story was not finished. The small child in Gokul would grow, and the world would watch him with wonder.

The night Krishna was born became a bright story told again and again. It is a tale of a dark prison, a brave father, a mother who loved, a cruel king, and a baby who brought gentle light to every heart he touched.

What would the child do next? He would laugh and play, call the cows, dance with friends, and one day stand tall to meet the troubles of the world. For now, he slept in a small home with Yashoda and Nanda, and the world waited to see the next part of his great life.