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"DEAR, Vaanara friend," said Seeta, "I do not know whether to rejoice or grieve at
the news you have brought. Your words
are like nectar mixed with poison. My lord's love for me is sweetest nectar, and his grief
over my plight is bitterest poison." Thus Seeta spoke what she felt and found comfort
in putting in words her love and her grief.
Pleasure and pain, happiness and misery alternately impel human beings. Seeta was consoled
but also pained by the thought that Raama had not forgotten her, but was thinking of her,
grieving and searching for her.
"We are puppets
manipulated by the twin strings of joy and sorrow", said Seeta. "None of us can
escape their pull. My lord and Lakshmana and myself are all subject to this law. You say
my lord suffers like a sailing ship caught in a storm on the high seas. O! When will he
come here? Dear Vaanara friend, when will he destroy Lanka and Raavana and the other
Raakshasas? All this must take place within the two months' time still left. Please
explain this to my lord. Only two months remain to me. Vibheeshana, the younger brother of
Raavana, tried his best to persuade the latter to change his ways.
Author - C.Raja Gopalachari
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