Hanuman returned from Lanka to Mahendra Giri
With the speed of the wind-God Vayu, the mighty Hanuman soared across the vast ocean, untiring and unwavering. As he crossed the endless waters with ease, he seemed as steady and boundless as the ocean itself.
Above him stretched the vast sky, like a sacred sea: the moon like a white lotus, the sun like a divine goose, and stars like Pushya and Sravana shining like twin swans. The clouds spread like a lush green carpet. Punarvasu glimmered like a whale, Kuja appeared as a crocodile, and Iravata resembled an island. The Swathi star shone like a celestial swan.
The gentle breeze danced like ocean waves, and moonlight dripped like cool water. Serpents, yakshas, and Gandharvas adorned the sky like blooming lotuses and black lilies.
The son of Vayu, loyal and mighty, flew with such power that it seemed he was devouring the sky. He soared through the heavens, engulfing moonlight, tearing through the clouds like garlands, appearing as if he were stealing the sky and stars.
Clouds changed colours around him as he passed, while he dashed up and down like the moon playing hide and seek. With his white silk apron fluttering, he glowed like a full moon breaking through thick clouds.
Cruising with thunderous speed, he resembled Garutmanta, the divine eagle. As he approached Mount Mainaka, he respectfully touched it and acknowledged his previous feats—slaying demon commanders, casting Ravana into despair, and bringing destruction to Lanka’s palaces. With blessings, he continued his journey, shooting forward like an arrow from a bow.
He neared the great mountain Mahendra Giri and let out a mighty roar that echoed across the skies, filling the world with divine energy and peace. Eager to reunite with his kin, he swirled his tail in excitement. The very path he took resounded with thunder, as if nature celebrated his return.
The valiant monkey warriors waited with bated breath, counting each moment with hope that he brought news of Sita. Hanuman’s arrival and thunderous call filled every heart with faith and pride. His presence alone inspired belief that he carried news of joy.
Excited, the monkey warriors climbed trees, stood on mountain clefts, and even took flight to welcome him. Descending from the skies like a massive cloud, Hanuman roared as he entered the caves of Mahendra Giri.
The ground trembled with joy. The great son of Vayu landed in the sparkling lake waters like a mountain with its wings torn off. All the warriors rushed to him, overjoyed and tearful, offering fruits, beets, and roots in gratitude.
Hanuman bowed to Jambavantha, Angada, and the other valiant warriors, who in turn praised him with reverence. With shining eyes and a humble voice, Hanuman spoke the most awaited words:
“I have seen Sita.”
Angada clasped Hanuman’s hand and led him to a fitting place. Hanuman continued:
“I saw her in the Ashoka Garden. She is flawless, without adornment. Guarded by fierce demonesses, she prays constantly for Rama’s arrival. She sits on the ground, untouched by comfort or rituals, weakened by fasting, yet unshaken in spirit.”
Joy erupted like a tidal wave. Warriors roared like lions, some cried with emotion, and the air was charged with confidence and faith. The simian champions leapt, shook their tails, and celebrated like a divine festival. All eyes turned to Hanuman with reverence.
Angada, crown prince of the simian clan, declared:
“O Hanuman! You have crossed the vast ocean and returned unharmed. Your strength and devotion are unmatched. What courage! What loyalty! By the grace of the gods, you have found Sita, and lifted Rama’s sorrow.”
Soon, all the warriors gathered around Hanuman—Jambavantha, Angada, and the others—eager to hear the full account: the crossing of the ocean, his entry into Lanka, the sighting of Sita, the encounter with Ravana.
Angada, radiant like Indra among gods, sat beside Hanuman. The mountain sparkled with its glory.
The tale that followed would not only reveal bravery but also strategy, intellect, and divine grace. Hanuman’s feat was not merely an act of daring—it was the expression of flawless execution, profound devotion, and cosmic significance.
The blessings of the heavens, the command of the king, and the pure prayers of Sita transformed Hanuman into a force that would change the fate of worlds and restore balance to the cosmos.
