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these videos tell about sheshanag and nagalakshmi
Mostly I can. Sometimes I have to rely on subtitles or have to search for some terms.
Will check out the videos, thanks for the links.
Colours of Our Forever
The sun had begun its slow descent into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of saffron and gold. The palace balcony overlooked the gentle hills bathed in the evening glow, where a soft breeze carried the fragrance of blooming jasmine. There, seated gracefully on a carved stone seat, was Urmila, in rose red garbs, her veil falling lightly over her shoulder, the golden jewellery, the chudamadi, placed at the edge of her dupatta, the symbol of her devotion to her husband, her love, in elegant style, her hands steady as she held a brush. Her delicate fingers traced colors onto the canvas, each stroke capturing more of her husband’s likeness.
Before her stood Lakshman, his strong frame draped in a blue garment, his bow and quiver resting against his back as if they were a natural extension of him. His eyes, usually sharp with duty, softened as he looked down at his beloved. The faintest of smiles played upon his lips, the kind reserved only for her.
“You have painted me far too noble, Urmila,” he teased gently, watching her brush glide across the canvas.
She paused, glancing up at him with that mischievous spark in her eyes. “And what else should I paint you as? A scowling warrior forever scaring the little children of Ayodhya?”
Lakshman chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Perhaps that would be more honest.”
“No,” Urmila said softly, her voice lowering as she turned back to the canvas, “I paint you as I see you. Not only a warrior, but the man who speaks gently with me at dusk, who worries for his brother at dawn, who shields everyone he loves even before himself. This is the very man I know and I love....” She paused, her face blushing.
His chest tightened at her words. Lakshman, who rarely let emotions rise to the surface, found himself undone in the presence of her quiet strength. He reached down, brushing a stray lock of her hair back beneath her jeweled crown.
“You see too much in me, Urmila.”
She laughed lightly, dipping her brush in the paint once more. “And you see too little in yourself.”
For a moment, silence lingered, broken only by the rustle of the evening wind through the palace pillars. Lakshman bent closer, his eyes on the canvas now nearing completion. It was uncanny—she had captured the determination in his gaze, the set of his jaw, and yet there was something more. She had painted not only his face, but his soul, as she alone knew it.
“Every time I look at you,” Urmila whispered, her hand stilled midair, “I wish I could hold that moment forever. But since time does not listen to me, I paint. In colors and canvas, I keep what my heart cannot.”
Lakshman knelt beside her now, his large hand gently covering hers as she held the brush. The warmth of his touch steadied her.
“And every time I leave your side, my heart reminds me of you,” he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of all the unsaid things between them. “Even in battle, even in the forest, I will see your face in my thoughts, guiding me.”
Her eyes shimmered, though she smiled to mask it. “Then perhaps, when I finish this painting, you may carry it with you when duty calls. A reminder of me when I am not near.”
Lakshman looked at her, deeply, as if trying to etch her into his very being. “No painting, however beautiful, can match the truth of you. But still, I will keep it—as treasure.”
She finally set the brush aside, her task complete. The painted Lakshman gazed back at them both, serene and resolute. Urmila’s hands rested on her lap, and she looked at him with a tenderness that made the world around them blur into silence.
Lakshman lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “You have given me a thousand reasons to be strong, Urmila. And every one of them begins with you.”
She leaned slightly into him, her head tilting to rest against his arm. Together, they gazed at the painting—the warrior and his beloved, captured forever in strokes of devotion. Yet neither the canvas nor the twilight could capture the fullness of what existed between them, a love woven in the quiet moments, strong enough to outlast even the longest separations.
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imaginary description in valmiki style
अङ्गद–चन्द्रकेतुसर्गः
(The Sarga of Angada and Chandraketu)
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Section I — Angada (Verses 1–12)
१.
लक्ष्मणस्य सुतो ज्येष्ठो वीर्यवानङ्गदः प्रभुः।
उर्मिलायाः प्रसूतोऽयं खड्गधारी सुदुर्जयः॥
हिंदी:
लक्ष्मण का ज्येष्ठ पुत्र अंगद, जो उर्मिला के गर्भ से उत्पन्न हुआ, अपराजेय वीर और खड्गधारी है।
English:
Angada, the eldest son of Lakṣmaṇa and born of Urmilā, is unconquerable, a valiant wielder of the sword.
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२.
खड्गपाणिर्महाबाहुर्धाराभास्वरपत्त्रवान्।
सिंहस्कन्धो विशालाक्षो नित्यं युद्धविशारदः॥
हिंदी:
वह खड्ग धारण करने वाला, महाबाहु, सिंह की भाँति कंधों वाला, विशाल नेत्रों से युक्त और युद्ध-कौशल में निपुण है।
English:
Sword in hand, broad-shouldered as a lion, strong-armed, with great eyes—ever skilled in the art of war.
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३.
रणभूमौ प्रविश्यैव गर्जन्निव महागजः।
अशङ्कितोऽरिवर्गाणां संहर्ता सुमहोद्यतः॥
हिंदी:
रणभूमि में प्रवेश करते ही वह महागज के समान गर्जना करता है और शत्रुओं का संहार करने में निडर रहता है।
English:
Entering the battlefield, he roars like a mighty elephant, fearless among foes, risen to destroy them all.
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४.
गजेन्द्रसमविक्रान्तः पर्वतस्थो यथा चलः।
न कम्पते शरौघेण शैलराज इवाचलः॥
हिंदी:
गजेन्द्र के समान उसका विक्रम है और पर्वत के समान अचल; शरवर्षा से भी वह नहीं डोलता।
English:
With the stride of an elephant-king, steadfast as a mountain, he does not tremble even under showers of arrows.
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५.
वज्रनिष्पेषसंयुक्तं दृढं खड्गं प्रगृह्य सः।
शत्रूञ्जघान समरे ध्वंसयन्नरिमण्डलम्॥
हिंदी:
वज्र की भाँति कठोर खड्ग लेकर वह शत्रुओं का विनाश करता है और उनके समूह को चूर-चूर कर देता है।
English:
Seizing his firm sword, strong as the thunderbolt, he slays enemies and scatters their host.
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६.
वज्रपाणिरिवेन्द्रस्य तेजसा भास्करः समः।
सूर्यकोटिसमप्रख्यः प्रज्वलन्निव रोदसी॥
हिंदी:
वह इन्द्र के वज्रधारी समान है, तेज में भास्कर के समान; लाखों सूर्य के प्रकाश की भाँति जगत को आलोकित करता है।
English:
Like Indra with the vajra, like the blazing sun, he burns as though ten thousand suns shone across the heavens.
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७.
युद्धे सिंहनादेन दानवान्कम्पयन्निव।
वीराणि हर्षयत्याशु शत्रून्भीषयतेऽधिकम्॥
हिंदी:
युद्ध में उसका सिंहनाद दानवों को कंपाता है; वह वीरों को हर्षित करता है और शत्रुओं को भयभीत करता है।
English:
With a lion’s roar in battle he shakes the demons, gladdens the heroes, and terrifies the foe.
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८.
सर्वाङ्गसमदुर्बुद्धीन् दर्पयुक्तान्महाबलान्।
अङ्गदः खड्गमुद्यम्य हन्ति संन्यस्तविग्रहान्॥
हिंदी:
अंगद खड्ग उठाकर दर्पयुक्त, बलशाली शत्रुओं को भी परास्त कर देता है।
English:
Angada, raising his sword, strikes down the arrogant and mighty enemies.
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९.
न शक्यतेऽपि दैत्येन्द्रैः शूलपाशसमन्वितैः।
कम्पयितुं महावीर्यं स स्थिरो गिरिरिव स्थितः॥
हिंदी:
दैत्यराज भी शूल और पाश लेकर उसे डिगा नहीं सकते; वह पर्वत के समान स्थिर खड़ा रहता है।
English:
Not even demon-kings with spear and noose can shake him; he stands unmoved like a mountain.
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१०.
जनानां हितकामार्थं धर्मे स्थित्वा महायशाः।
सर्वदा पालयन्लोकं शूरोऽङ्गद उदीर्यते॥
हिंदी:
जनहित के लिए धर्म में स्थित होकर अंगद सदैव लोक की रक्षा करता है।
English:
For the good of the people, steadfast in dharma, Angada ever protects the world.
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११.
तं दृष्ट्वा समरे शूरं खड्गपाणिं दुरासदम्।
व्यथन्ते दानवा नित्यं सिंहभीता मृगा यथा॥
हिंदी:
खड्गधारी अंगद को रणभूमि में देखकर दानव वैसे ही व्याकुल हो जाते हैं जैसे सिंह के भय से मृग।
English:
Seeing him in battle, sword in hand, the demons tremble like deer before a lion.
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१२.
एवं वीर्यसमायुक्तो लोकविश्रुतपौरुषः।
जयति समरे शूरो लक्ष्मणस्य सुतो महान्॥
हिंदी:
इस प्रकार अंगद वीर्य से सम्पन्न और प्रसिद्ध है, वह रणभूमि में सदैव विजय पाता है।
English:
Thus endowed with valor and famed for his might, Angada, son of Lakṣmaṇa, triumphs in battle.
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Section II — Chandraketu (Verses 13–24)
१३.
लक्ष्मणस्य सुतो वीरः चन्द्रकेतुरनामकः।
उर्मिलायाः प्रसूतोऽयं रूपेणाभाति भास्करः॥
हिंदी:
लक्ष्मण का कनिष्ठ पुत्र चन्द्रकेतु, उर्मिला से उत्पन्न, तेज में भास्कर के समान दीप्तिमान है।
English:
Chandraketu, younger son of Lakṣmaṇa and born of Urmilā, shines in brilliance like the sun.
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१४.
व्योमस्थश्चन्द्रमाभासः तेजसा भास्करः समः।
वपुःप्रभावसम्पन्नो लोकप्रीतिजनप्रियः॥
हिंदी:
वह रूप में चन्द्रमा के समान और तेज में सूर्य के समान है, सबका प्रिय और लोकप्रीति का पात्र है।
English:
Fair as the moon in beauty, radiant as the sun, beloved of all, pleasing to the world.
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१५.
पीनवक्षा महाबाहुः सिंहस्कन्धो दृढावनः।
युद्धे शत्रूनवध्यात्मा भीमकायोऽतिदुर्जयः॥
हिंदी:
उसका वक्षःस्थल विशाल है, बाहु महाशक्तिशाली, सिंह के समान कंधे, वह रणभूमि में अजेय है।
English:
Broad-chested, lion-shouldered, mighty-armed, he is unconquerable in battle.
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१६.
मुष्टिनिप्रहरो घोरो वज्रनिर्घातनिःस्वनः।
शत्रुसैन्यविनाशाय प्रज्वलन्निव पावकः॥
हिंदी:
उसके मुष्टिप्रहार वज्र के समान हैं; वह अग्नि के समान प्रज्वलित होकर शत्रुसैन्य का विनाश करता है।
English:
His fist-blows resound like thunderbolts, blazing like fire for the ruin of enemies.
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१७.
सन्धाय सुमहानादं सिंहगर्जनसन्निभम्।
विस्मापयति वीराणि भीषयत्यरिमण्डलम्॥
हिंदी:
सिंहनाद के समान उसका महा-नाद वीरों को विस्मित करता है और शत्रुओं को भयभीत करता है।
English:
His great roar, like a lion’s, astonishes heroes and terrifies the foe.
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१८.
स्थिरो गिरीणामिव शैलः शक्रवज्रनिपातनः।
न च कम्पति युद्धेषु प्रचण्डः पार्थिवात्मजः॥
हिंदी:
वह पर्वत के समान अचल है; इन्द्र के वज्राघात से भी डोलता नहीं।
English:
Firm as a mountain, he does not tremble even under Indra’s thunderbolt.
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१९.
शत्रून्मुष्टिभिराजघ्नो ध्वंसयन्मुसलोपमः।
स्मारितः परितो जन्तुं नृसिंह इव दानवान्॥
हिंदी:
मुष्टियों के प्रहार से वह शत्रुओं को ध्वस्त करता है और नरसिंह की तरह दानवों को भयभीत करता है।
English:
With his fists like maces he smites enemies, like Narasiṃha striking fear into demons.
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२०.
दर्पयुक्तान्महाबाहून् दानवानभिदर्शयन्।
पातयत्यचलेन्द्राभान् मुष्टिप्रहारविक्रमः॥
हिंदी:
दर्पयुक्त और विशाल दानवों को वह मुष्टिप्रहार से पर्वतों के समान गिरा देता है।
English:
He fells the proud and mighty demons with the might of his fists, like mountains crashing down.
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२१.
न शक्यतेऽपि दैत्येन्द्रैर्बहुभिर्व्यूहयोधिभिः।
कम्पयितुं महान्वीर्यं स स्थिरो गिरिरिवाचलः॥
हिंदी:
बहु-सेनायुक्त दैत्यराज भी उसकी वीरता को विचलित नहीं कर सकते।
English:
Not even demon-kings with armies can move his strength; he stands firm as a mountain.
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२२.
धर्मे स्थितो महातेजाः पितृव्रतपरायणः।
साधूनां बन्धुरभ्येत्य शत्रूणां भयदायकः॥
हिंदी:
धर्म में स्थित और पितृव्रत के परायण चन्द्रकेतु साधुओं का मित्र और शत्रुओं का भय है।
English:
Steadfast in dharma, devoted to his father’s vow, Chandraketu is friend of the righteous, terror of foes.
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२३.
प्रसन्नवदनः शूरः सौम्यः सर्वजनप्रियः।
युद्धे प्रचण्डविक्रमः शत्रूनां मरणान्तकः॥
हिंदी:
उसका मुख प्रसन्न और सौम्य है, वह सबका प्रिय है; किंतु युद्ध में वह प्रचण्ड और शत्रुओं का संहारक है।
English:
Smiling and gentle, beloved of all, yet in battle fierce, the destroyer of foes.
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२४.
एवं वीर्यसमायुक्तः चन्द्रकेतुर्महायशाः।
जयति प्रथितः शूरो लक्ष्मणस्य सुतो महान्॥
हिंदी:
इस प्रकार वीर्ययुक्त और यशस्वी चन्द्रकेतु, लक्ष्मण का पुत्र, सदा विजय प्राप्त करता है।
English:
Thus endowed with valor and glory, Chandraketu, son of Lakṣmaṇa, shines victorious.
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🍃 The Taste of Togetherness
The palace kitchen that morning was alive with warmth — not the usual bustle of cooks and helpers, but something quieter, sweeter. The fire crackled softly, the smell of ghee and roasted spices curling through the air.
Urmila sat cross-legged near the hearth, her golden saree catching the morning light, her hands moving with calm grace as she stirred the pot. Beside her, Lakshman sat with that familiar mix of focus and determination — the same expression he wore when holding a bow, now turned toward a ladle.
A few palace maids stood respectfully at a distance, wide-eyed and smiling among themselves. It wasn’t every day that the prince and princess decided to cook with their own hands.
“My lady,” one of them said hesitantly, stepping forward, “please allow us to help.”
Urmila turned, her smile warm but firm. “No, not today. Just pass me what I ask for. The rest we’ll manage.”
The maids nodded, exchanging knowing glances. They handed over bowls of cumin, turmeric, and salt, moving quietly around the couple as if they were watching something sacred unfold.
Lakshman reached for a wooden spoon, confidence lighting his face. “See, this isn’t so difficult,” he said, stirring with brisk, soldierly precision.
Urmila tried not to laugh. “You’re stirring as if you’re commanding an army, not cooking dal.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Every task requires discipline. Even this.”
“Discipline?” she teased. “You just spilled half the cumin.”
The maids stifled their laughter, glancing at one another. Lakshman looked down at the scattered seeds, sighed dramatically, and said, “Strategic error. I’ll recover.”
Urmila shook her head, smiling, and reached out to steady his hand. “Slowly,” she said gently. “Let the grains breathe.”
Their fingers brushed for a moment — just a fleeting touch — but enough to fill the quiet space with a soft warmth. Lakshman’s voice lowered slightly. “You make it look so easy.”
“That’s because I listen,” she said, still stirring.
He smiled. “And what does the pot say?”
Urmila glanced up, her eyes playful. “That if you keep staring at me like that, the dal will burn.”
He laughed — that low, familiar laugh that made even the firelight seem to flicker brighter. The maids couldn’t help it; they smiled openly now, the scene too tender to ignore.
They worked together after that — Urmila adding the spices with patient precision, Lakshman stirring carefully under her direction. Every movement felt unhurried, every sound — the bubbling pot, the jingle of her bangles, the crackle of the fire — seemed to belong in rhythm with their laughter.
When the dish was done, Urmila scooped a little onto a brass plate and blew on it gently before offering it to him. “Taste it,” she said, eyes full of quiet pride.
Lakshman took a bite, thoughtful for a moment — then smiled. “It’s perfect.”
“Too much ghee?” she asked.
He grinned. “Just enough love.”
She tried to look unimpressed, but her cheeks gave her away. The maids exchanged shy smiles, clearly charmed.
Urmila turned to them. “Come now, take this to the royal dining hall,” she said softly. “And don’t tell anyone we cooked it ourselves — let’s see if they can guess.”
“Yes, my lady,” one of them replied, still grinning.
As the maids carried the food away, the kitchen grew quiet again — just the soft sound of the fire fading. Urmila adjusted her saree and looked at Lakshman. “You did well,” she said.
He looked pleased. “Then I’ll expect another cooking lesson soon.”
She laughed. “Only if you promise not to treat the ladle like a bow or arrow next time.”
He smiled, leaning slightly closer. “No archery, no battles. Just you, I, and the fire.”
And for a moment, the great palace of Ayodhya disappeared — and all that remained was the warmth of two people sharing something simple and real.
The aroma of their food lingered in the air —
a quiet proof that love, like cooking, is best when done together.
Anupamaa
