The Monkeys' Discovery

Shimmering like a crystal, the sun danced on the golden monkey and the white monkey. Their fur, elegant in any light, fractured the sun and bounced it out into a thousand directions; the hazy golden and white auras around them echoed the halos around the sun and the moon. The golden monkey stretched lazily, humming a tuneless song to himself, as the white monkey carefully picked a leaf from his fur. "Hanuman," murmured the golden monkey, "how long have we been up here?" The white monkey stopped to think, his kind brow furrowing with the effort. "My king," he replied after a while, "I am not certain. At least a season, maybe a year." Hanuman's face sank in sadness--he hated when his king asked a question for which he had no answer.

Sugriva's EyesSeeing his loyal friend's unhappiness, the golden monkey, whose name was Sugriva, stretched his mouth into a wide smile. "My friend, Hanuman," he shouted, "do not be sad! We are alive and the sun is shining!" Hanuman slowly smiled back at his king, and the two monkeys began to walk towards a nearby river. As they walked, the friends talked idly of old memories and parties thrown centuries before; Hanuman held forth for quite some time on a pair of exquisite mango tarts he'd enjoyed during one of Sugriva's birthday celebrations ages ago. As Hanuman expounded on the perfect balance between sour and sweet, Sugriva's sharp ears caught a high, clear sound from far away. "My friend," he said, interrupting Hanuman's monologue, "do you hear that?" Hanuman was hurt for a moment--after all, he had been talking about mangoes, the king's (and his own) favorite food--but then his ears picked up the sound, too.

Out of a mix of habit and curiosity, the two monkeys followed the faint sound, talking quietly about what it could be. As the sound grew louder, Hanuman cried, "My king, I think a woman is screaming!" Sugriva agreed, and the friends began to run to the source of the sound. Finally they stood in a small clearing on top of a mountain, and the sound was so loud they could not hear each other talking. They looked around, bewildered, but no source for the screaming was there to be seen. Finally, Sugriva looked up into the sky, and was able to make out an odd mess of shapes.

"Is that," he cried to Hanuman, "the sound?" Although Hanuman could not hear, he followed his king's pointing finger up to the flashes of color in the sky. When Hanuman nodded, the king peered even harder at the shapes above, trying to figure out what was going on up there. Hanuman squinted at the sky, too; although the king's eyes were naturally a little sharper than his own, Hanuman received some help from his old teacher Surya, the sun. With these different skills and sources of help, the two monkeys figured out what was happening at the same time--when a scarf tied around something heavy clunked down between them.

"My friend," Sugriva said as the sounds and shapes in the sky faded away, "I think that was a woman being flown away." Hanuman nodded, and the king continued, "This scarf is lovely, fit for a queen, so she must have been someone important." As Hanuman began to open the scarf, Sugriva continued to mull over what he had just seen. "If she was important, it is likely that she was married to someone important. Her husband will no doubt be along any moment to find her." Hanuman made appropriately agreeable noises as he sorted through the glorious jewelry he'd found in the scarf. "What shall we do when her husband comes, friend? Should we offer him our help?" Sugriva frowned. "I am full of pity for this woman, but at the same time, I have a heavy weight on me: I cannot leave the mountain, and my heart is sore since losing my home and my..." Here the king paused, a sudden flash of realization blinding him. "But of course, Hanuman!" he cried, taking his friend by the shoulders and whirling around. "You are always right!" Hanuman wisely said nothing, having not been listening to the king's last few sentences. Sugriva laughed gaily and sang, "When her husband comes, we will help him! For I, too, have lost my wife, and that pain is too great! No,  we will help this man find his wife, and who knows, Hanuman, he may return the favor!"

As the king continued to spin and laugh to himself, Hanuman's hands began to shake. His king was so excited and happy, Hanuman was loath to tell him what Surya had revealed. The kidnapper was no mere mortal, no easily beaten foe: whoever had taken that woman had twenty massive arms and ten cruel faces, and was better armed than any monkey soldier in Sugriva's kingdom. As he looked up to where the struggling pair had been, something in Hanuman told him that this kidnapped woman might be more trouble than she was worth, at least for his friend the king.





Image Information: Sugriva's Eyes. Web Source: Flickr.

Author's Note: I originally planned to write just about Sugriva and his discovery of Sita's dropped jewels, but at this point in the story Sugriva and Hanuman are so closely linked that it felt more natural to write about them both together. I chose not to have them know immediately who either Sita or Ravana were; I felt that the tension of not knowing would be more interesting in the end. I wanted to put forth the parallel Sugriva draws between himself and Rama, namely that both of them have had a wife stolen. I also wanted to show not only how much Hanuman cares for Sugriva, but also how much foreboding he has about the whole arc set off by this event. I have painted Sugriva as seeing only the good that can come from this event; hopefully it comes through that Hanuman sees all the negative that could come from it. I think that these two characters work best as sort of mirror images of each other; that is, one is gold and the other is white, one is hopeful and the other is worried, etc. I wanted this story to really illustrate the deep friendship between Sugriva and Hanuman, and to inject a little humor and lightheartedness in the storybook before the last story, which is very unfunny and heavy-hearted, comes along.

Bibliography: Buck, William (1976). Ramayana: King Rama's Way.
                        Narayan, R. K. (1972) The Ramayana: A Shortened Modern Prose Version of the Indian Epic.

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