1916. Yashodā says, “Seven months after my dear son was born, when I had put my strong, matchless child to sleep on a bed soft as a flower and gone to bathe in the Yamuna river, he killed Sakatāsuran with his divine feet when he came as a cart that was large as a mountain. He rests on Adisesha on the ocean and Lakshmi stays on his faultless chest. I am afraid of scolding him after he did such a heroic deed. ”