Ramayana...
The story of Ram...
He was the hero, the warrior, the brave, the worshipped...
But does that mean all others was secondary characters who supported Ram with his expeditions?
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Lakshman...
The Prince of Ayodhya...
He i...
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"Maa..."
One year old Akshaya kumara cried shaking Mandodhari's bangles. But she didn't respond to him.
"Akshay... Don't disturb mother..." Said Athikaya and picked up his baby brother while the kid started to play with his long heavy hair.
Mandodhari glared them. They were Ravana's sons. Athikaya got his heavy black hair and chocolate brown colour from his father while Akshaya kumara inherited Ravana's thin lips and sharp nose.
Athikaya sighed. He was really sad for Mandodhari's plight. Even though she wasn't his real mother, Queen of Lanka considered him as her own son.
A sudden swift wind put out the fire which was burning on the gigantic lamps of the palace. The only one light remainded reflected the golden decorations of the wall in entire room.
Mandodhari heard that strong footsteps. She raised her head from the pillow. Through that dim yellow light she looked him.
A pair of large eyes with numerous eyelashes... Perfect eyebrows resembling a bow...
"Ravana..." She murmured.
"No maa... I am Meghnad... I am back"
Mandodhari gasped. She wiped her tears and rubbed her eyes.
It was Meghnad. Her first born.
"Aayushman bhava putra... (Long live my son)" She said placing her hand over his head.
Meghnad smiled. "You misunderstood me as father, didn't you?"
Mandodhari couldn't smile back.
"It's alright maa... Many people do the same... I am exactly looking like pithasree..."
His voice was filled with pride. Mandodhari remembered that five year old boy, smiling at her carrying 'Chandrahasa' in his hands and asking the same question.
'Maa... I am looking like father, aren't I?'
Mandodhari embraced him tightly. He was back after five long years.
