Reading Notes: Ramayana Part A


  1. "their faces brightened as the lotus brightens at the promise of spring."
I just really liked the language of this sentence and want to be able to look back on it later.
Source Story Indian Myth and Legend by Donald A. Mackenzie

 I got the idea of writing a scene about the men from Ayodhya making a fuss about Rama being made the heir. He must show himself to be approved.

  • Some sort of argument would take place, potentially a fight.
  • Course Rama wins, but he needs to at least show a sign of struggle.
  • Then the congregation of men would support him as needed.
  • I would like to try using Rama's perspective 
Source Story: Myths of the Hindus and Buddhists by Sister Nivedita



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