MondaviaRishi sat for his deep penance. The hush of the forest, the sounds of the animals, the buzz of the wind and everything else became a void. He went into a trance away from his little hut nearby, from the world.
The thieves grabbing the King’s ornaments gushed into his hut. The soldiers chasing the thieves, caught them and grabbed MondaviaRishi also, thinking that he is leader of them and produced them before the King.
(Story continues tomorrow)