Mandodari, queen of the mighty, torn by grief and sorrow, stood beside the fallen titan, her voice choked with tears, her heart burning with loss. O valiant one! Thou who once adorned thyself with garlands of many hues and robed in silks finer than the breath of spring, who soared aloft in the Pushpaka chariot…
The noble utterance of Rama, that enmity ends with death, is a truth simple yet supreme, destined to echo through the corridors of time. Relationships born of this venomous seed of hatred persist through generations, laying the foundation for division and ruin among families, clans, and races. Yet in that one luminous truth lies the…
Then did the divine charioteer Matali, wise and radiant, draw near to Rama—the resplendent scion of the Ikshvaku line, the flame of righteousness—and spoke with earnest urgency: “O Rama, light of the solar race, why dost thou prolong this combat with a dark-minded fiend, whose soul is ignorant and vile, like that of a brute…
The war between virtue and wickedness had reached its awful zenith, and the heavens with all their host looked on in breathless expectancy, eager to behold the verdict of fate. A terror rose from the battlefield like smoke from sacrificial fire—black, blinding, and soaked in wrath. Demon legions, fierce and monstrous, gave rise to horrid…
In the midst of the great war, the venerable sage Agastya, followed by his company of ascetics, beheld the battlefield where fierce combat raged. There, upon the scorched earth and beneath the trembling sky, he found Lord Rama—deep in thought, his body wearied, his spirit steady—standing before the war-hardened Ravana, that ten-headed monarch crowned in…
The demon of ten heads and twenty arms, like a mighty sal tree battered by tempestuous winds, now trembled beneath the weight of insult and the storm of fury. The thunder of his pride fell to pieces, broken not by arms but by emotion more consuming than war. That fire of rage, born of wounded…
Fully armed and flaming with fury, Ravana, sovereign of rakshasas, leapt into the battlefield like a dark comet hurled from the abyss, roaring a challenge to the scion of Ikshvaku. Rama, still reeling under Lakshmana’s fervent counsel to fulfil the dread oath sworn beneath the forest boughs—to fell the demon king ere the sun dipped…
The fierce and impious Ravana, master of many dark arts, in his haste and fury unleashed a tempest of arrows, hoping to shroud the sky and unnerve Rama and the valiant Vanara host. From his diabolical arsenal, he summoned the Maya Astra, a blazing infernal weapon that hurled tridents, maces, and pestles from all quarters,…
The ten-headed king of Rakshasas, Ravana, his heart consumed with sorrow and rage, summoned his celestial chariot and bade it drive into the ranks of Rama. “I shall avenge,” he declared, “the fall of my loyal and puissant generals—I shall wipe clean the tears of Lanka with rivers of vengeance.” But in his pride, he…
In the dread days of the great Titan-war, when fury ruled the field and valor kindled every breast, no warrior turned aside, nor spared his breath, for each sought glory and death in the service of his sovereign. Blood soaked the soil, and warriors fell like summer lakes vanishing under the cruel sun. From both…
