Kalia scratched his head. "Why do I feel like I ate fifty laddoos and stole a horse?"
"You have done well, Bheem," the hermit said. "Remember, the only curse that truly exists is the one we allow into our hearts. Keep your heart pure, and no demon can ever harm Dholakpur." chhota bheem curse of damyaan cartoon
The next morning, Bheem noticed something was terribly wrong. Chutki was not making laddoos. Instead, she was pulling pranks—mean, hurtful ones. Raju, the innocent kid, was bullying smaller children. Even kind Jaggu the monkey was throwing stones at old people. Kalia scratched his head
With a final, earth-shattering cry, Damyaan turned into dust and scattered into the wind. The banyan tree withered away, and the sun shone brightly over Dholakpur for the first time in days. Keep your heart pure, and no demon can ever harm Dholakpur