"Krip, Ashwatthama, I am back."
It's been a while but Ashwatthama reluctant to finish the milk, and Kripi knows that her brother should be waiting for her outside still seating beside Ashwatthama as she didn't wanted to miss even an second of joy on his face as She has no idea when she again gets to see it.
At this moment a voice comes from outside their hut taking away the attention of both of them towards the door, Ashwatthama quickly stands up putting down an unfinished cup that still has a few sips of milk and runs towards the door in excitement.
"Mata, Phitashri (Father) is back."
He said as he dashed to the door, Where was standing a man in the Bhagva (Saffron) coloured sage dress, His height was around 9.2 ft tall, He had a long black hair on his head tied in bun, His beard is also quite long but well maintained, From his look his is Bharman (Priesthood caste) but his eyes say different story as they were as sharp as an edge of the sword.
