LEFT EYELIDS THROB

"Royal saints," he said, "your presence here fills my heart with joy. There is an aura round you as if you were gods. I take it, you are here in the forest for doing tapas. But why have you come to this inaccessible spot? Please tell me who you are. This river and this forest are made lovelier by your presence. Your faces and forms are radiantly beautiful.

The creatures in the forest look on you with reverence and awe. Your strength and courage are manifest. Who are you? From which country do you come? It is clear you are entitled by birth to rule some mighty kingdom and yet you are dressed like ascetics. With matted hair and bark garments you carry also bows and arrows.

"Why are you silent? Here Sugreeva, the Vaanara King, driven out of his kingdom by his brother Vaali, is in hiding. He is full of grief, I am his minister. My name is Hanumaan. I am the son of Vaayu. As ordered by my king, I put on the appearance of a brahmachaari and am now here before you."

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