Translated from the Original Hindi by
Kanwar Dinesh Singh
He was running with full vigour. When he stopped, he found himself in a big city. Despite crying so many times, no one had allowed him to enter their holy city. Now, he was running towards the village.
He was well aware that the witch who followed him had swallowed his parents as well. He wasted his entire life getting rid of the captivity of this witch. Somehow, he had escaped quietly one night.
He knocked on the door of a hut. Standing in a wretched condition, the wattle door opened as soon as he pushed it. But the instant he came in front of her, he screamed with fear. She was smiling ferociously while standing near the corpse of an old man.
“This old man also escaped from my clutches years ago. For a week I did not let him get up from the bed.”
Thinking that he was hungry for three days, his stomach cramped. He turned around and ran away. She kept smiling.
As soon as he stopped at a turn, she was again in front of him. Immediately, he vomited a lot of blood and fell at her feet.
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