The world may now know him as a God, but growing up in Brindavan, Krishna was just the naughtiest of all the kids. He would steal butter from the kitchens of the village women. They took to hanging their pots of butter from the rafters, but he always managed to reach them. They knew he was lying when he said, "Main nahin makhan chor/ I am no butter thief", but couldn't stop loving him.
Once a year to commemorate his birth, decorated pots are strung high above the street and youth make human pyramids to reach them. Winners take all.
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