Spiritual(ism)
The son of Vayu, Hanuman, deeply understood the inner meaning behind the words of Janaka’s daughter, Sita. Adept in conversation and filled with reverence, Hanuman said: “O virtuous and devoted Sita Devi, the pious glow on your face fills me with faith and strengthens my confidence. Your reasoning is graceful and fitting for a chaste…
Glowing like the cool moon, having regained her composure, Sita began to speak meaningfully to Hanuman, the son of Vayu: “Hanuman, your words that Rama is consumed by grief and sorrow for me are like poisoned delight. Though sweet, they pierce my heart. God binds all beings—whether in wealth or poverty, in joy or grief—with…
The son of Vayu, satisfied with the outcome of his tireless efforts to gain Sita’s grace, stood in quiet reverence. Though his primary duty was fulfilled, a greater task loomed—one that would bring the demon realm under Ravana’s command face to face with the simian world, now bound by Rama’s will—a confrontation destined to yield…
The daughter of King Janaka, Sita, heard of Rama’s grace from Hanuman. In a spirit of earnest curiosity, she asked, “O Hanuman, where did you meet Rama? How do you know Lakshmana? How did humans and monkeys forge such a bond? Tell me what you observed about Rama and Lakshmana. Hearing about them will soothe…
Among the mighty monkeys, Hanuman, the son of Vayu, noble and revered, listened as Sita, the chaste princess of Videha, spoke sorrowfully, weighed down by the pain of separation. With a calm and gentle voice, he offered comfort. “O daughter of Janaka,” Hanuman said, “I come not as a stranger, but as the messenger of…
As the son of Vayu, that mighty Vanara, began his sacred recital of the hallowed line of Ikshvāku and the immeasurable glory of Sri Rama, the very air within the Ashoka grove seemed to shift its breath—earth and sky, leaf and bloom, all stirred with unseen wonder. Then did the noble daughter of Janaka, she…
Behold, in the sacred groves of golden Lanka, where shadows danced under demon guard, the mighty Hanuman, son of the Wind and master of silence, kept vigil with unwavering gaze. He saw, and seeing, knew. The storm of Ravana’s fury passed like thunder through the air, while the she-demons, grim daughters of night, circled the…
Though Sita, scion of auspicious fortune and pious omens, stood unshaken by the wavering tides of mortal emotions, time, ever impartial and inexorable, seeks to test every being, be it animate or inanimate. In but a fleeting moment, she stumbled, descending into the abyss of anguish, losing the delicate balance of her steadfast heart. Ravana’s…
Amidst the grim confines of Lanka, Sita, steadfast and unyielding, spoke words both bold and foreboding. Her prophecy, like an unrelenting tempest, swept through the ranks of the demonesses, seeding dread, stirring anger, and rousing fear. Some, trembling, lashed back with the same tired threats, while others, stricken with panic, fled in haste to Ravana’s…
From the vantage of the barbarous demoness throngs and the savage deportment of the loyal guards of the demon king, the sight of Sita pierced through like a lance of woe, sending shockwaves through her virtuous soul. Her pious and discerning mind, now veiled in sorrow, brimmed with a wellspring of tears. The self-respect of…
