Ashok Vatika ka woh hissa jahan ped sabse ghane the, wahan raat ne apna poora vishram le rakha tha. Poonam ka chand upar tha, lekin uski roshni patton ke jaal se chhan-chhan kar ke hi neeche tak pahunch paati thi. Zameen par murjhaye ashok ke phool bikhre pade the. Hawa mein champa ki madhur gandh thi, aur uske neeche kuch aur bhi—geeli mitti, door ke samudra ki namkeen saans, aur ek ajeeb si garmi jo is van mein kabhi pehle nahi mehsoos hui thi.
Sita ek bade ashok vriksh ke neeche baithi thi. Uske safed vastra raat ki nami se thode chipke hue the. Baal khule the, kandhon par bikhre. Usne apne dono haath god mein rakh rakhe the, jaise kisi cheez ko pakde hue ho jo ab uske paas thi hi nahi. Aankhen khuli thin, lekin dekh nahi rahi thin. Uske mann mein ek hi naam ghoom raha tha—Ram.
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