Ravana’s Desire and the Lesson of Two Sweet Puddings

If you would kindly understand one thing and hear my plea, I believe you can forgive me with a generous heart.

The one made with jaggery is payasam, and the one made with sugar is payasam.

One is white, and one is black. Both taste sweet.

Once you understand that, you won't fuss over color, or yearn for the other pot.

"What did you see in Sita that you couldn't see in me, that made you die for her, and what did you do for your frenzied lust, Ravana?" she asked.

"You had a son who could make the world tremble, a son who could defeat Indra.

You sent him to war and got him killed, for your lust and another man's wife, my son.

You killed your brother, Kumbhakarna. Now, if you die, your brother Vibhishana will light your funeral pyre.

If I die tomorrow, you wretch, you'll have died leaving me no son to light my funeral pyre!

Your lust killed you." Tell Sītamma about it in the Sundara Kanda.

“If you don’t take care of yourself, will you always be young?

Will your body always have the strength?

As easily as you have strength, you can just as easily lose it—