Amid the mighty court of Lanka, where grandeur echoed with every breath of pride, stood Vibhishana—noble of heart, righteous in mind, and unmatched in counsel, his wisdom rivaling even that of Brihaspati, preceptor of the gods. Yet the virtues he bore, like fragrant incense in a hall of filth, were stifled by the corrupt air….
Though Kumbhakarna’s counsel was laced with a tone of loyalty, his opening words bore the mark of bold correction—words that stung Ravana’s pride and stirred within him a tempest of rage. The demon king, uneasy and brimming with wounded ego, rode the steeds of selfishness and delusion, spurred on by a vengeance-fuelled heart. Even in…
In the vaulted halls of his golden court, Ravana, lord of Lanka, sat upon his throne, his heart swelling with the pride borne of hollow victories. The air was thick with flattery, each word a mirror to his vanity, reflecting his conquests over celestials, Gandharvas, danavas, ghosts, and serpents alike. Such was the delusion that…
On the northern shores of the vast ocean, where the waters whispered warnings to the winds, the commander-in-chief Neela arrayed the vanara forces with vigilant precision, each rank placed in balance to safeguard against surprise. Ever alert were the invincible warriors, Mainda and Dvivida, who moved with silent swiftness across the lines, their keen eyes…
The noble son of King Dasaratha, Prince Rama—radiant in virtue and resplendent in might—stood poised upon the precipice of destiny. With the keen insight of a sage and the boldness of a warrior, he pondered deeply the labyrinthine intricacies of invading Lanka and confronting the nether world of rakshasas. He marvelled not only at the…
Sugreeva, the noble Vanara king, drew before Rama a bold vision of the coming course, balanced with a prudent path of action regarding the formidable island of Lanka. The moment was delicate. The simian warriors, their hearts aflame with courage, stood eager to plunge into the task with storm-like swiftness. Yet Sugreeva, wise in the…
Rama was gladdened by the honest and forthright report concerning Lanka, now steeped in demonic dominion. He found solace too in Sītā’s noble words, wherein she had declared that Rāma must vanquish the demon king and take her back with honour. Rāma then spoke thus: “Hanumān’s deed is of the rarest kind—none could have achieved…
The son of Vayu, his limbs dusted with the ashes of battle and eyes bright with the fire of triumph, returned from the dread isle of Lanka and stood before the noble son of Dasharatha. With folded hands and voice steeped in reverence, he spoke thus: “O prince of the, I bring tidings from the…
Steadfast and noble, the son of Dasaratha sat beside Lakshmana, his eyes fixed on the ornament brought by Hanuman—a head jewel sent by Sita as a sign of her safety and remembrance. Rama received it with trembling hands, placed it gently upon his chest, and slipped into the depths of memory. “This jewel,” he murmured,…
Dadhimukha, the valiant chief guardian of the sacred Madhuvan, appeared before King Sugreeva in the august presence of Rama and Lakshmana. His face bore signs of agitation, his demeanor disturbed. Sugreeva, noticing this unrest, gently asked, “What troubles you, Dadhimukha? Has someone wronged you? You are loyal, revered, and dear to us. Please speak openly.”…
