Sita: Warrior of Mithila (Ram Chandra #2)

by Amish Tripathi

The royal doctor had examined the baby, and bandaged a wound on her right temple with some herbs and neem leaves. He had assured the royal couple that the scar would largely disappear with time.

You must use your heart to decide the destination, but use your head to plot the journey.

Vishwamitra looked at Sita, his hand on his chin. Thoughtful. He could see her face now. It seemed strangely familiar. But he couldn’t place it.

One of their biggest and most ancient settlements was a land called Neanderthal or the valley of Neander.

Vishwamitra’s eyes flew open, bringing him back to the present from an ancient,

more-than-a-century-old memory.

felt that heaven could be created on earth; by making strength powerless, and weakness powerful.’

Criminals must be removed from society, and meaningless violence must be stopped. But the warrior spirit must not be demonised. Do not

create a society that demeans masculinity. Too much of anything creates an imbalance in life. This is true even of virtues such as nonviolence. You never know when the winds of change strike; when violence may be required to protect your society, or to even survive.’

But that image is useful for us as well,’

The Vishnu lights a path to God. Not through detachment from the world, but through profound and spiritual attachment to this great land of ours.’

‘And, you are a warrior. Don’t ever forget that.’

‘Is your uncle, Vayu Kesari, the father of Hanu bhaiya?’ Radhika nodded. ‘Yes.’ Sita smiled. ‘That’s why …’ Radhika interrupted her. ‘You are right. That is one of the reasons. But it’s not the only one.’

Had Sita paid close attention, she might have recognised the markings on the bow

that Lady Dharani held. But she was lost in her own thoughts.

Don’t be afraid of the dark, my child. Light has a source. It can be snuffed out. But darkness has no source. It just exists. This darkness is a path to That, which has no source: God.

Serious and purposeful. Relentlessly purposeful. Almost all the

time. He has a strong sense of commitment and honour. Hard on others and on himself. Fiercely patriotic. In love with every corner of India. Law-abiding. Always! And not one romantic bone in his body. I am not sure he will make a good husband.’

Sita hesitated as her eyes fell on Kaushalya. But she dismissed the thought that had struck her.

But what can I do? Nobody knows the condition of the True Lord. I

Jatayu shivered as he remembered those terrible days. The time when he had been a young soldier. When Raavan’s hordes had come … He remembered only too well. For he had been one of the horde.