TAARA'S GRIEF

He gave good advice to Angada: "Sugreeva is now your king. Be loyal to him and give him patient, affectionate service."

Like a flowering creeper embracing a forest tree felled down by an axe, Taara lay on the ground clinging to Vaali.

Neela, as gently as he could, drew out the dart from Vaali's chest.

Blood gushed out of the wound and spread into a pool. Vaali's life left his body. Taara lamented loudly. "For the last time salute your father," she bade Angada in heart-broken accents. "O my husband! Your dear son is bowing before you. Will you not say a word to him? Alas! I am a widow and he is an orphan."

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