{"id":74675,"date":"2025-07-07T01:54:34","date_gmt":"2025-07-06T20:24:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.isvara.org\/archive\/?p=74675"},"modified":"2025-07-06T16:12:29","modified_gmt":"2025-07-06T10:42:29","slug":"spring-without-sita","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.isvara.org\/archive\/spring-without-sita\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring Without Sita"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Kiskindha Kanda<\/b><\/span><\/h1>\n

Spring Without Sita<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/h2>\n

Spring had arrived. There was a delicious perfume in the air; it was a mixture of the smells of numerous flowers that bloomed in that season. Nature seemed to come back to life and color. And the streams… there were so many of them in the forest! They came down gently offering themselves to everyone. Everything seemed festive, serene; the desperate regained hope and the suffering attained serenity. During the spring, nature grew in beauty and charm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Rama was not immune to that attraction. The sense of lack of Sita was so intense that his acute sensitivity remembered everything about her. The Pampa lake region was gorgeous during the spring. Admiring the beauties of nature, Rama wandered around, immersed in deep thoughts. He was sad; how much he wanted Sita to be there with him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For a few days the two princes wandered around the lake.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then they went into the Rishyamukha forest. There lived those whom unfathomable divine plan had designated as their future allies, the Vanaras, a mighty race of ape-men. They knew they wouldn’t have to search too hard; they’d find them. So they wandered aimlessly in the shade of centuries-old trees.<\/span><\/p>\n

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This is a section of the book \u201cThe Ramayana\u201d, in English.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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To buy the complete book,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>click here<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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