SON OF VAAYU

His huge frame spanned the sky like an enormous comet. The air roared as he sped fast. Beneath him his shadow travelled like a ship on the sea. It looked as though a huge mountain with wings was flying in the sky. Hidden at times by clouds and again emerging from them, he shone like the moon sailing across the sky. The Gandharvas showered flowers. The Devarishis blessed him.

With courage equal to every occasion, with foresight, skill and resolution, Hanumaan met and survived the trials on the way. Shooting up suddenly from the sea, a mighty mountain rose and stood, in his way. Hanumaan struck it with his chest and the Mynaaka mountain yielded, like a cloud struck by the wind.

The mountain said: "My son, I am mount Mynaaka. 'Me king Ocean bade rite help Sri Raama, the descendant of the Sagara race. The Ocean is an old friend of that race. In honour of 'that ancient, association, stay here on me for a while. You will fulfil Raama! Purpose all the better for this rest.

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