“Mother, add more jaggery. Bhima likes it sweet.”
That night, when Purochana lit the corner of the palace, Bhima carried his mother and brothers on his shoulders and burst through the underground tunnel. The lac palace became a torch against the sky. bengali mahabharat
But as Kunti stirred the milk in the earthen pot, she heard a voice. Not from outside—from inside the pot. “Mother, add more jaggery