Epics of India Storybook

WOW! Look at that deer. I have never seen such an amazing creature. What a testament to the greatness of Brahma and the beauty of His creation! I see why my wife wants this deer. And if she wants it, I’m going to get it for her. It’s started to run, but I’ll catch it easily enough. ...

It sure is a fast creature, again a testament to Brahma’s greatness. ...

I don’t really understand what’s been bothering Lakshmana; he’s been really grumpy lately. I don’t know if exiled life agrees with him. Sometimes he can be so shallow. ...

This is quite a workout. I hope my wife appreciates the work I’m doing for her. Lakshmana’s never been married, so he doesn’t understand how much a husband enjoys doing things like this for his wife. I guess I can’t blame him. I need to get him a woman. Out here they are difficult to find, and his relational skills are not the best. After all, he cut off the breasts of the only single woman he’s seen in quite a while. ...

This deer has amazing speed, but I’m keeping up. Although I wonder why it hasn’t got away from me yet: I think it’s faster than I am. But it seems to keep always just out of reach but never farther away. That is a little strange. ...

Lakshmana is just being paranoid right? I mean, who would try to harm us out here in the forest? I guess Surpanakha might not have been too happy and she may have gone to her brother to get revenge, but that seems like a stretch. It’s just a beautiful, harmless creature that Brahma brought to us to enjoy. Maybe getting Lakshmana a woman would help distract him from dreaming up all these imaginary dangers. ...

AAAAAHHHHH! That really hurt! I did not see that tree root there. The trees here are beautiful indeed, but couldn’t Brahma have found a less inconvenient way to handle nourishing them? What am I saying?! Is this blasphemy? Who am I to question the wisdom of Brahma? I’m sure the deer is long gone by now; I was having a tough time keeping up with it as it was. Oh wait: there it is! I can still catch him! ...

How long have I been chasing it? Quite a while now—much longer than I originally intended. And why didn’t it get away when I fell? It’s almost as if it wants me to chase it. That is a little strange? It is looking back at me now. What’s that I see in its eye?—it’s MARICHA! ... Oh no. ... NOOOOOOOOO!!!!