Hanuman realized it was not Sita and moved further with his mission
Amidst the swiftness of consciousness, the tempestuous nature of the monkey in Hanuman was subdued by intellect and wisdom. A fleeting thought arose—how could the chaste scion of virtue, Janaka’s daughter, repose in ease amidst the enemy’s harem, adorned with embellishments? Her very breath was Rama, whose pulse was her own. How could she dilute…
