The Princes of Ayodhya-The Ramayan Through Short Stories

The Shakti Saga Part 7- News

Hanuman soared like an eagle. He flew and leapt and pounced in midair. He reached heights no vanar had ever reached before. The giant mountain in his building arms stayed steady as he wound through clouds and around the birds who ventured north. The thin air started to thicken, and Hanuman inhaled desperately. "Finally, a breath of air that isn't diet. Diet air, I wonder who invented that."

The Sanjeevani booti snug in his arms, Hanuman had no reason to pause or stop at anything. The only problem? The sun was already starting to rise. The temperature had been freezing cold just a moment ago, but already he could feel a familiar warmth touch his oiled back, and Hanuman sighed. "Wow, you just have to make this hard for me, don't you Suraj sahb?"

Whirling around, he thrust the mountain into mid air, where it continued flying up. "Gravity, I'm putting my trust in you here," he muttered, before striking a superman pose and racing towards the sun.

The sun, which had just awoken from a deep slumber and knew nothing about what was happening, stretched its arms. "I am back!" Suraj cried. "I am back and I am looking forward to gracing you beings with my rays and-WNJADVDWJLAD what the heck is that?" For the first time in what felt like a very short time, Suraj was seeing Hanuman again, but this time, much bigger.

"You all are not supposed to grow that fast." Suraj grumbled, eying the muscles of the vanar with a slight tinge of nervousness. "But it's no matter, Suraj, just maintain your cool. Wait, is that even possible? Cool? Me?" Swallowing hard, he stood steadfast and continued rising, arms crossed defiantly. "I won't be intimidated by you, vanar!" he cried angrily.

This was very easy to say, unless Hanuman looked as if he was speeding towards you at 12442 miles per hour and looked very ready to punch you out of the sky and into the depths of Yama's abodes. The sun bobbed indecisively for a moment, but the moment Hanuman came within earshot, panicked. "Bad, bad, bad decision." he huffed, sinking back into the mountains and eying Hanuman from below venomously.

"Sorry, Dev Surya!" Hanuman called down into the shadows. "It's really nothing personal. Last time you looked like a fruit, and this time, Lakshman bhaiyya could die. You don't want Lakshman bhaiyya to die, do you? He could replace you with how bright his hair is, and the fierceness of his temper. We're acting in your best interest here. Just, stay there for some time, yeah?"

Without another thought or word, Hanuman started flying in the opposite direction once more. At this point, the mountain which he had thrown into the air had bumped into Mars and chipped off two large pieces (which started orbiting the planet), and was racing back down faster than Hanuman.

Lucky for the vanar, he was a whiz at the laws of physics, and according to eyewitness birds, caught the mountain with a single, unexpected hand before mimicking Clark Kent once more and starting his path back towards Lanka.

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Hanuman flew through the skies at the speed of light. Not the clouds, not the birds, not even the wind itself could move with the speed he did. Lord Pawan was proud, in his heavenly home, as he watched his son fly. He was proud that his pawanputra was going to be a big reason that Shri Ram won the war, and who wouldn't be? Even the Gods, who always seemed to have godly things to do, watched the saga with rapt attention (Ganesh even brought popcorn).

And then, as Hanuman traveled through about the middle of the motherland, a sparkling city caught his eye. It sparkled, with its golden domes and metal-peaked buildings, despite the fact that not even one lantern was lit in it. Hanuman paused for a moment, staring at this city, which seemed so fortunate and unfortunate at the same time. "I wonder," he muttered. "I do wonder." And so, he touched down for a second, staring at the 'Welcome' Sign.