Long ago, on a dark, stormy night, the god-child Krishna was born. Krishna's uncle planned to kill him just as he had killed his sister's other boys; he had been told one of his sister's sons would be his assassin.
To protect the child, Krishna's father carried him away to the village of Vrindavan, across the Yamuna River. There he walked to the home of a simple cowherd, a man named Nanda.
He found Nanda fast asleep beside his wife, Yasoda, who held in her arms the couple's newborn daughter. Careful not to wake them, he placed Krishna in Yasoda's arms and carried away the infant girl.