After leaving Vrindavan and entering Mathura, Krishna and Balarama were exploring the vibrant streets of the city for the first time. People were bustling about, shops were lively, and workers went about their daily tasks. Among them was a washerman, busy cleaning and folding rich garments meant for the royal palace.
As Krishna and Balarama approached, Krishna noticed the pile of beautiful clothes lying neatly stacked. He smiled and politely asked the washerman, "These clothes look wonderful. Would you mind giving us a few? You'll be blessed for your kindness."
But the washerman wasn't just any man-he worked directly for King Kansa and carried the arrogance that came with that connection. Hearing Krishna's request, he burst out laughing. "Who do you think you are?" he snapped. "These belong to the king! How dare you beg for them like street performers!"
The man didn't stop there. He warned the brothers that such behaviour could land them in serious trouble. "This is Kansa's city. You better be careful," he said, glaring at them with disdain.
Krishna's smile faded. There was no reason to tolerate such disrespect-not just to himself but to the spirit of generosity. With one swift move, Krishna stepped forward, lifted the washerman, and with the force of his divine strength, ended his life instantly. The man's body hit the ground, shocking everyone around.
The other washermen nearby froze in fear. But deep down, they understood what had just happened. Krishna wasn't being cruel-he was showing that arrogance and selfishness have no place when it comes to kindness and dharma.
One by one, the other washermen approached Krishna and Balarama. They folded their hands, bowed down with respect, and offered the brothers the best of the clothes they had. Silks, robes, and wraps-everything was given with open hearts and no hesitation.
Krishna accepted their gifts with a smile. Those who gave with love, received his blessings without asking.
That day, the people of Mathura began to see that Krishna wasn't just another boy from a village-he was something far greater. And those who honoured him with humility would be remembered forever.
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