Ramayan Maa Sita and Hanuman Discussed

Hanuman was given the Chudaamani by Sita, a wedding-related present that Rama would undoubtedly recognise. “Your efforts alone may release me from my grief,” she remarked. Please send Rama to get me out of here while I’m still alive. Rama should be moved by the urgency in your description of my situation, causing him to race across the sea and earn reputation for saving me. As he left Sita, Hanuman reassured her, “What won’t Rama, who can easily defeat Yama, Indra, or Surya, do for you Devi! I can’t think of anyone in the three realms who could stand up to Rama. After then, Sita requested that Hanuman take a day off before continuing on his journey so that she may be spared from the pressure of her worries and sorrows. Even the army of monkeys and bears didn’t think they could cross the ocean, in her opinion. He dismissed her concerns by stating that the Vanaras readying for battle were not your typical monkeys. Each was more powerful than the other, saying, “Only the average are sent as messengers, and I am one of them. Why couldn’t those sent by Sugriva? You will soon see those indomitable forces at the gates of Lanka, “Strong, valorous and swift, with speeds that defy those of even thoughts, they traverse the skies and have been around the sea-bound earth several times. Countless thousands of vanaras and bears await his orders to destroy Lanka along with its ruler, his kith and his kin. They are unafraid and unstoppable by nothing. There is nothing they cannot accomplish, despite all obstacles! Lanka would vanish in Rama and Lakshmana’s wrath and dissolve back into the dust from which it had arisen. Please allow me time to get here and deliver Rama, after which you won’t be held prisoner in this horrible place.

Sita cited yet another historical instance as Hanuman prepared to go. She commanded Hanuman to tell Rama about the day the vermilion on her brow vanished and how he had promptly created more by grinding up a diamond. She also questioned Rama again why he was not punishing Ravana considering that he had just dispatched the most potent Brahmastra at such a weak bird as the crow. “Save me from this rakshasa who has desire in his eyes and wickedness in his heart as he gazes upon me. On this island, I can no longer subsist. She asked Hanuman to inform Rama that if he sent the Chudaamani away, she would lose what little comfort it had been providing. She expressed her agony by saying, “I bore this torture amid these malformed savage tribes whose language is foul and whose methods are terrible, believing that so long as I was alive I would one day meet you. Sita stayed still as Hanuman built up his physique in preparation for his leap across the water after she had spoken her heartbreaking message.

The screams of terrified birds, startled animals, and falling trees resonated throughout Lanka as Hanuman tore through Ravana’s beloved garden, striking the island with an unexpected horror. It awoke the demon guard, who trembled at the destruction they witnessed and the emergence of omens portending doom for the rakshasas and signalling the beginning of their downfall. Beyond the turmoil they observed Hanuman, the origin of it all, who, upon seeing their amazement of him, enlarged his body to unheard-of proportions and unleashed waves of dread. The rakshasas rushed to Sita and barraged her with inquiries about Hanuman’s identity, origin, motivation, and sender. Why did he talk to you, exactly? They were curious. Sita said, “How will I ever know about these fiends and their amazing methods of changing shapes at whim? Do not be scared, sweet one, tell us. You ought to know better because, just as only a snake can recognise the footprints of another snake, only you ought to be aware of the lies spoken by your fellow creatures. Maybe he is one of you?” The terrified tribesmen ran in a rage to Ravana upon hearing her. The rakshasas informed Ravana about the catastrophe upon arriving at the palace. They informed him about Hanuman, who may have travelled to search out Sita on behalf of Indra, Kubera, or Rama himself. They said that no area of the Ashoka garden avoided the destruction caused by Hanuman’s stifling arms and stomping feet. Except for the area where Sita was sitting, which was surrounded by destruction, just one tree remained. They said, “You must punish him who has transgressed not once, but twice. Perhaps the vanara did not want to hurt her, or perhaps he was too exhausted. Once by his conversation with Sita and once again when he demolished the grove. You want Sita, but no one who wanted to survive would have talked to her. He ought to die just for that! Ravana became extremely enraged as he listened to the stories of tragedy and destruction. His dilated eyes sparkled with the fire of his rage, and hot tears, like scorching oil from burning lamps, dropped from them. He gave the command to catch Hanuman to 8,000 of his fiercest soldiers, all of whom had enormous bellies and pointed teeth. Like moths flocking to a burning fire, the monstrous hordes charged their adversaries with clubs, maces, and brilliant arrows. Hanuman beat his muscular tail on the ground while people gathered about him. The noise it made rocked the city and sent birds from the sky down to the ground. I am the slave of Rama, king of Kosala, of whose great deeds the minstrels sing, Hanuman said, rising above and among the crescendo of noises that were trembling Lanka. Even while you watch, I shall demolish Lanka and submit to Sita by using trees and stones as weapons to battle a thousand Ravanas. The approaching rakshasas regarded Hanuman in horror as they listened to his bellows and observed his enormous figure, which was flaming crimson in the light of the setting sun. They marched stoically in the direction of their opponent, whose shape was incredible and whose effulgence was dazzling, being propelled by their master. Hanuman killed one hundred kinkaras with one powerful sweep after picking up a massive iron rod that was lying on the ground. Hanuman flew into the sky while holding that bar like Garuda was holding a serpent, where he doused the helpless demons in death and terror. Those who managed to flee the bloodbath did so again to inform Ravana, who was furious and commanded the mightiest of them all—the unbeatable son of Prahastha—to subjugate Hanuman.

When Jambumali, son of Prahasta, was called by Ravana, he appeared dressed in scarlet and adorned with flowers, sporting gorgeous earrings and impenetrable armour that no weapon could breach. He arrived swaggering, booming, with large eyes, huge fangs, broad shoulders, enormous stature, and loud as thunder, telling Hanuman to remain. He walked with a stride that pounded the ground and exuded a sun-like brightness. Hanuman waited as his foe charged in his direction, eagerly excited at the prospect of another fight. Some of the arrows that Jambumali launched at Hanuman hit him in the face, making his already crimson face much more flushed. He took up the iron club that had earlier killed 1,000 rakshasas in the Ashoka garden while bleeding and threw it at his opponent. Jambumali’s head, shoulders, legs, bow, and chariot were not in their proper positions when that lethal weapon struck its target. Nothing remained of his chariot or the donkeys that had pulled it, and missing limbs and decorations had been broken beyond repair. Furious that he had lost not just Jambumali but also his men, Ravana gave the order to his ministers’ sons to capture Hanuman.

Fear, a strange feeling to Ravana that was so alien to him, grabbed the king of rakshasas when he learned that the bravest of Lanka had died at Hanuman’s hands. He even tried to hide the physical signs of his dread since he didn’t want anyone to know he was terrified. He deputised Virupaksha, Yupaksha Durdhara, Bhragusu, and Bhasakarna, the heads of his army, to punish the disobedient vanara. He even pondered the possibility that Indra had fashioned the creature to exterminate the rakshasas, speculating that it may be their method of retaliation. Once you learn about the vanara, you’ll realise that he’s not your typical forest monkey. His behaviour betrays his breed. Although I have seen many brave vanaras like Vali and Sugriva, none have ever captured my attention or been as stunningly attractive or as brilliant. It’s also worrisome that they didn’t have such unstoppable drive and unbreakable might. This being, which takes the appearance of a vanara, is nothing more than the ultimate manifestation of power. Ravana cautioned his men to be vigilant and make every attempt to protect themselves because success in battle was not guaranteed. The commanders of the troops hurried forth to confront their lone foe while bowing to their monarch. The first few arrows were fired by Durdhara at the radiance in front of him. Hanuman leapt atop Durdhara’s chariot, shattering the vehicle’s frame and killing its horses and driver as his body grew to unknown and unheard-of proportions. Virupaksha and Yupaksha sprang out of their chariots and attempted to attack Hanuman, but their brief assault was unsuccessful since they were both killed. The same thing happened to Praghasa and Bhasakarna. The blood-soaked battleground, which had been rendered impassable by the remains of dead demons, animals, and wrecked chariots, appeared to reach the outer edges of the planet. Hanuman was back atop the tower gate, glowering and as terrified as Yama had been at the time of the end of the world, having eliminated the greatest of Ravana’s battle heroes.

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Once more, Ravana’s emissaries returned bearing more tidings of destruction and death. His attention then turned to his son Aksha, who had always desired and been prepared for battle. The prince understood what his father’s expression meant, and he was only directed by those eyes to stand up with his gold-inlaid bow. Aksha departed in his enormous golden chariot, blessed by the brahmins and blazing like the sacrifice fire fuelled by sacrifices. Eight of the most exquisite horses, each with lightning quick feet, pulled the chariot, which was laden with weapons and jingling with bells. The roar of that boisterous army filled the ground as Aksha sprinted headfirst.

Aksha observed Hanuman’s grandeur and splendour as the chariot came to a stop in front of him. It caused him to feel a mixture of admiration and amazement. As he observed his adversary and the strength emanating from him, large eyes opened wide in astonishment. I came to the conclusion that defeating Hanuman would not be simple. Without wasting any time, Aksha blasted Hanuman with three of his most lethal arrows. The earth trembled during the subsequent battle as the celestials were terrified by the two fighting entities’ tremendous display of might. The heavens thundered, the winds calmed, the sun shined muted, and the tumultuous waves raged in response. Hanuman was relieved to have finally met his match, despite being wounded by Aksha’s arrows and in pain. As he battled Aksha, he expanded his body to higher proportions and flew to the heavens like a wind-blown cloud. The young and haughty rakshasa prince charged his foe like an elephant charging over a well covered in grass. Despite his admiration for Aksha’s talent and bravery and his reluctance to murder him, Hanuman nonetheless prepared his last action with the thought that “This prince possesses abilities and valour to scare the very devatas and asuras.” His might, which is so unstoppable, will only grow with time if I do not destroy him immediately. Then, killing him will be even more challenging. It is best to put out a fire as soon as possible. After deciding on his course of action, Hanuman used his open palm to kill all eight of the chariot’s horses. Aksha, the warrior whose might was unmatched, who could protect his horses, chariot, and charioteer even while he battled 11,000 archers, began to ascend in the sky as they fell to the ground. Hanuman pursued him and grabbed him by the feet, spinning him a thousand times before throwing him firmly to the ground. Even as the sages and celestials watched in stunned silence as broken and bleeding Aksha stopped breathing, Hanuman walked back to the Asoka garden’s gates and stood there like Yama, terrifying everyone who saw him.

When Ravana learned of Aksha’s passing, he hid his sorrow and yelled at his son Indrajit, saying, “Great warriors have been killed. The strongest Lankans are no longer there. That young boy Aksha, your brother, is also among the dead, along with Jambumali and countless other soldiers. Broken bodies, shattered chariots, and weapons litter the kingdom as Lanka is covered in the wreckage of war. Indrajit was asked by Ravana to control Hanuman. Due to Brahma’s blessing, Indrajit was a master archer, skillful warrior, unstoppable in combat, and invincible to everyone. Ravana said that Indrajit alone could defeat the vanara. “There is not one in the three worlds that has engaged in battle with you and emerged victorious. I find comfort in remembering you in times of trouble and strife. Be very vigilant when dealing with this invincible foe that is unconquerable after having slaughtered armies of rakshasas. He supposedly moves like the god of wind and glows like the god of fire. Go, my son; take care, travel securely, and complete the task. Indrajit departed from his father with respect. A proud warrior who had received encouragement and acclaim from his troops departed in a chariot driven by four powerful elephants. The spectacle of heavenly might vs the amazing force of fierce rakshasa strength attracted a large crowd of sages, nagas, and siddhas. The four directions of the earth were gloomy when they saw Indrajit equipped with his bow. Bird flocks screeched as predatory animals created a cacophony of noises. Hanuman roared like a lion as he heard the approaching thunder of wheels, ecstatic at the prospect of more combat. The Vanara and Rakshasa soon engaged in lethal combat. Even though Indrajit shot a thousand arrows at Hanuman, none of them had any effect. Nobody managed to locate their elusive target. Hanuman playedfully frolicked in the air, evading every aspiring rocket as his bulk grew larger and he rose higher. Indrajit realised that defeating Hanuman was no longer possible as the earth’s inhabitants saw the combatants. He fired the Brahmastra towards his adversary, deciding to capture him. Hanuman was stopped in his tracks as the enormous vanara crashed to ground by the shaft, which was moving like the wind when it struck him. Hanuman silently allowed himself to be thrashed and shackled while being aware that he was immune to all astras. Despite the protection of Vayu, Brahma, and Indra, he was certain that if he were to be kidnapped, Ravana, whom he had gone to visit, would receive him. He was dragged and pushed by the ruthless rakshasas while bound hand and foot. Hanuman pretended to be defeated and allowed himself to be pulled rudely into the Rakshasa king’s dignified presence. Indrajit introduced him as “This is the vanara” to Ravana’s court, where everyone questioned “who he might be,” “where he could have come from,” and “to whom he belonged.” They began yelling, “Kill him,” “Burn him,” and “Eat him,” as they were intrigued by the power behind him. While Ravana witnessed Hanuman being dragged away by the demons, Hanuman glimpsed the breathtaking splendour of Ravana’s gem-encrusted court and his ministers. Ravana was illuminated like the midday Sun when Hanuman saw him. He ordered his ministers to discover out who the intruder was, why he was there, and who had sent him as he gazed at Hanuman with fiery eyes filled with rage. “I am the messenger of Sugriva, sent by him, and I am here,” Hanuman declared.

Hanuman glared at Ravana in enraged shock. He was furious that he had been taken prisoner and amazed that Ravana had done it without getting from his throne. He was trapped by a spell as he gazed at Ravana who was seated on a golden throne and covered in valuable diamonds and pearls. He sparkled in silky silks while wearing armlets, bracelets, and chains. Ravana sat surrounded by his four ministers, Durdhara, Prahastha, Mahaparsva, and Nikumbha, much as the world is encircled by the four seas. Unaware of the suffering inflicted upon him by his captors, Hanuman gazed with total awe at the mesmerising beauty of Ravana, whose luminosity was difficult to even behold. What splendour! What power and majesty! He possesses all the favourable traits of a great ruler. If only his greatness had been accompanied by justice, he would have served as both Indra’s and heaven’s guardian. All creatures, including the gods, are terrified by his repulsive acts, and if he becomes enraged, he will flood the entire planet, turning it into one enormous ocean.

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Vibhishana, in his wisdom, begged to differ when Ravana, in his fury, ordered the killing of Hanuman. He made a courteous attempt to explain to him that great kings never executed their envoys since doing so was against royal custom and morality. “How could you, a renowned scholar, be thus enraged in your presence? Was it not a pointless endeavour? asked Vibhishna. His advice further infuriated Ravana, who responded, “Killing a sinner is not a sin. I’m going to kill this miserable Vanara! Ravana the wise has said that an emissary cannot be killed at any time or location, but Vibhishana, the conqueror of enemies, begged them to listen. There is no question that this beast has committed horrific crimes; punish him but do not murder him. The sastras list a variety of ways to punish ambassadors. Death is definitely not acceptable, but tormenting, maiming, whipping, or branding is. How can you give in to your desires when you can distinguish between good and wrong? Do bold people not control their anger? What good does it do to kill this vanara? Take out the ones who sent him. Only this messenger has the ability to take the haughty princes to Lanka and into battle alongside you. If you kill him, you’ll just become notorious. You will get glory if you manage to capture Rama and Lakshmana. Send some of your men to capture your foes to show the world your strength; they are numerous and have unmatched combat abilities. Finally, Ravana managed to control his rage. Despite his suspicion that Hanuman was the very embodiment of Visnu’s radiance and his anger over it, he chose to heed Vibhishana’s advice.

Hanuman, who was ecstatic about his success, pondered whether there was anything else he could do to make the demons suffer even more. After giving it some thought, he concluded that the only option left to him was to destroy Lanka, an untouchable city. He remarked, “My tail still burns, and I shall offer that Agni the best in Lanka to feast upon,” as he kept an eye on his blazing tail. Hanuman lit each one as he leaped over orchards, gardens, and houses. Except for Vibhishana’s house, nothing was spared and it all caught fire. The castle of Ravana was Hanuman’s ultimate objective. It was as big as Mount Meru, wealthy beyond imagination, an expression of luxury and magnificence, with beautiful architecture. That monumental magnificence was set ablaze by Hanuman, who was ecstatically consigning it to destruction. Agni blazed like the cosmic fire and Vayu raced fanning its flames, whose fiery fervour was enhanced by the burning fat of dead rakshasas, as they watched the Devas gain strength and lose their fear of Ravana. As buildings collapsed, people yelled, and obnoxious guards attempted to restrain Hanuman, chaos reigned rampant. In search of the diamonds and pearls that had added to Lanka’s splendour, hungry flames hissed and crackedled. Magnificent mansions built of priceless metals burned and withered. They vanished into the harshness of the fire, only to reappear as rivers of molten gold and silver carrying the brilliance of diamonds. The rakshasas wept, Lanka burned, and Hanuman rejoiced. He remained watching Lanka’s final moments as its fame and very existence were about to end, leaving it to lie devastated forever. Thousands of the bodies of the deceased and dying rakshasas kept falling to the ground, but Hanuman and the earth were not satisfied. Hanuman romped in the sky like a messenger of death from Yama, while those who had survived the slaughter pondered who the Vanara was, asking one another, “Could it be Indra, Varuna, Vayu, Surya, or Kubera? Perhaps Lord Visnu himself is manifesting in this form, or perhaps it is Brahma who has come in this form to bring about the destruction of the rakshasa race. The demons didn’t know who Hanuman was, but they were certain that he wasn’t a typical monkey. The sound of collapsing buildings, the din of crumbling splendour, and the shrieks of birds, animals, and rakshasas intensified in that city that was burning in the infernal blaze. While the source of it all stood on the highest peak of Trikoota glowing like the Sun, Lanka was smouldering in the wake of Hanuman’s rampage, looking like a cursed city. While the creatures of the earth trembled in fear, the gods and celestials praised Hanuman.

Hanuman happy to sea Sita prostrated before her and expressed his gratitude for seeing her unharmed. Then, in order to give herself that much more time to recover from her sadness, Sita requested that he stay for an additional day. “I don’t know whether I’ll even be alive till you come back,” she remarked. The idea that I could never see you again makes me sad. I am aware that you are capable of defeating these rakshasas on your own, but Rama should have the right to my rescue. She even wondered if the armies of bears and vanaras could ever cross the ocean. Hanuman comforted Sita by saying, “Be patient mother, for Ravana will soon be dead,” He marched up the great mountain known as Arista to launch forth from its lofty heights to approach Rama, assuring Sita of the impending assault of the Vanara army. The mountain trembled as Hanuman’s pounding boots climbed its slopes, and stones that had been crushed there began to shower down. Arista, which was thirty yojanas high and twenty yojanas broad, was tormented by the weight of his feet and collapsed to the ground. Hanuman flew away over the roiling blue ocean on his way to Rama as its sublime heights lay desolately at ground level.

Jambavan, who was trembling with excitement, bombarded Hanuman with inquiries about how and where he had seen Sita. What she had told Hanuman and how Ravana was treating her. He also pondered aloud how much of what Hanuman had seen needed to be shared with Rama and how much should be kept to themselves. Hanuman, who was also overcome by the excitement and commotion around him, made a mental prostration to Sita before beginning his narrator’s introduction. Hanuman filled his eager audience in on every detail as they listened intently, beginning with his meeting with Mainaka and continuing with his encounters with Surasa, Simhika, and the spirit of Lanka. He described to them Sita’s protection by the demon squad, her rejection of Ravana, and his rage at her decision. Trijata’s dream was reported to the Vanaras. of how Hanuman had persuaded Sita that he was the messenger of Rama and not the fake he had led her to believe. He explained to them how he had provoked Ravana to go to war, how the rakshasas had captured him, and how Vibhishana’s help had allowed him to escape the jaws of death. Concluding with the incident of the burning of Lanka, Hanuman remarked, that since he had fulfilled Sugriva’s demand, with the favour of Rama and the goodwill of the Vanaras they should now plot their next move.

Hanuman and Angada both agreed that it would be simple to destroy Lanka and its monarch. Angada said, “How can I, who am certain of accomplishing it alone, not do it even better with the backing of stalwarts like you? The untouchable city of the Rakshasas wasn’t destroyed by Hanuman alone, was it? Sita’s discovery should be reported, but she should not be brought to Rama. Bring Sita with us as we invade Lanka and kill Ravan. Why this tussle with a thousand doubts? Let us begin on our mission!” Angada’s enthusiasm made Jambavan happy, but he disapproved of his haste. It is Rama’s privilege to do so, and it does not befit us to carry out actions that have not been ordered of us. He claimed that Rama and Sugriva had only instructed them to find Sita and had made no mention of bringing her back. Additionally, Rama has vowed that only he will kill Ravana and bring Sita. Will that epitome of truth ever ignore his given word? Let’s go to Rama and wait for more instructions.

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Sugriva asked Dadhimukha, who was standing at his feet, “Why are you doing this, Dadhimukha? Tell me what worries you, and I’ll assure you that nothing will cause you harm. “Lord of the Vanaras!” said Dadhimukha. The inviolable Madhuvan, which, none has ventured to penetrate neither during the reign of your father Riksharaja nor that of yours has now been invaded by Angada and his Vanara forces. My directives have been disregarded and the grove polluted”. Sugriva explained that the Vanaras who had travelled south in search of Sita must be the ones currently in the grove and that their audacity in entering it meant victory when Lakshmana, who was watching, inquired as to what ailed Dadhimukha. “Sita had to be located, and only Hanuman could have done it. Any mission led by Jambavan and Angada with assistance from Hanuman cannot fail. Sugriva was positive that the vanaras would never have ventured to enter the mystical woods that Brahma had given to his father if they hadn’t known about Sita. Rama and Lakshmana were overjoyed by Sugriva’s words, and the vanara king told his uncle Dadhimukha that he would pardon the vanaras because they deserved the fun they were having. “I want to see them triumphant, along with Hanuman.” Sugriva became ecstatic at the numerous fortunate signs as he was saying it. He was starting to notice signs that predicted the success of his mission and better times ahead.

The vanaras gathering on summit Prasravana prostrated before Rama, Lakshmana and Sugriva. They chatted eagerly of Sita, of her being taken hostage in the castle of Ravana, of her agony by her demon guard and how despite it all she clung to her steadfast love for Rama. Hanuman bowed to Sita before turning to face Lanka in the south. He informed Rama that the city of Lanka was located on the southern shores of the Southern Sea, a hundred Yojanas across the ocean. He had seen Sita there, the lovely princess who meditated on Rama while constantly being watched by powerful rakshasa women, in the palace of Ravana. “She grieves” murmured Hanuman, “who should never be mourning, living in terror and misery she pines for you. When I softly made her believe who I was, she handed me Choodamani to be presented to you. Sita is a captive who, like a scared doe, lives in wide-eyed fear. She is emaciated and always rigid in her purity and truth. She sends you the Choodamani to let you know that the month-long window Ravana gave her to submit to him is about to expire, and she begs you to act quickly to save her.

Hanuman started off by narrating to Rama everything that had once happened at Chitrakoota as if Sita herself were telling the story. “Remind Rama of the day when, as he lay asleep a crow had attacked me. It had scratched and torn at my chest until I bled, refusing to be chased away. Rama was startled awake by the drops that were falling. He had dispatched the most potent of weapons after that helpless bird, hissing like a furious serpent. Ask him why, after being so outraged at the time, he is doing nothing to stop Ravana from tormenting me even more. Why does Rama hesitate to save me despite the fact that I am immune to all gods and creatures? Why doesn’t Lakshmana, at the very least, release me with Rama’s consent? Have I sinned so much, that all have forsaken me Hanuman?” Hanuman said that he had consoled Sita, telling her of the imminent arrival of he Ikshvaku brothers, for the destruction of Ravana. Hanuman offered to carry Sita out of Lanka at that time, and Sita had given him the Choodamani to give to Rama at that same time. But Sita had refused saying that it was not right to do so and that she did not have the freedom to touch any man other than Rama. Sita said, “you may ask, has it never happened before? The only time it occurred was when Ravana kidnapped me, and I was powerless to stop it or get assistance.

Hanuman sat and told Rama about the numerous circumstances that had led to Sita’s discovery in an effort to satisfy Rama’s insatiable appetite for more and more information about her. He explained to Rama that Sita had wanted him to take a day off before heading home because she thought it would give her that much relief from her worry and grief. She was curious as to what strategies Rama might have used to accomplish the impossible. Sita believed that it would not befit Rama to kidnap her out of Lanka, just as Ravana had abducted her out of the forest. She wished Rama would deliver Lanka with his arrows and carry her off in dignity. Hanuman continued by saying that he had promised Sita that Sugriva, who had vowed to set her free, would soon invade Lanka. He revealed to Rama that he had promised to carry Rama and Lakshmana into Lanka like the Sun and the Moon in order to give Sita courage and confidence.

Complete Ramayan is Listed Below (Major Incidents)

Ramayan Part 1 Ramayan Part 14
Ramayan Part 2 Ramayan Part 15
Ramayan Part 3 Ramayan Part 16
Ramayan Part 4 Ramayan Part 17
Ramayan Part 5 Ramayan Part 18
Ramayan Part 6 Ramayan Part 19
Ramayan Part 7 Ramayan Part 20
Ramayan Part 8 Ramayan Part 21
Ramayan Part 9 Ramayan Part 22
Ramayan Part 10 Ramayan Part 23
Ramayan Part 11 Ramayan Part 24
Ramayan Part 12 Ramayan Part 25
Ramayan Part 13

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