“She is a liar, Sir. I was the one bathing in the river. He is my only child.

She came there, picked him up and ran. Luckily I could catch her,” said the other woman.

Villagers who were watching this drama did not know whom to believe.

The wise man got up. Using a twig, he drew...

The child belongs to whoever drags him over to her side.”

The woman in red sari pulled the child hard with all her might. As the child cried in pain, the other woman, let him go.

“He is mine,” the woman in the red sari shouted in triumph, even as the other woman broke down in tears.

The wise man took the child away from the woman in the red sari.

“Only a mother can have a tender heart for her child,” he said.

He handed the child over to the real mother who hugged the child.

The child lifter was given a strict warning and allowed to go.