Sugriva embarked on his rule of Kishkinda and Rama bided time in a cave on the beautiful mountain Prasravana. There the roar of the lion vied with the gentle sound of deer and under the green canopies of lush groves sparkled the waters of lakes and streams. Amidst fragrance filled woods blossoming trees and chirping birds nature in its entire splendor was reminiscent of a beautiful belle. The princes from their home in the cave heard the happy sounds of Kishkinda and were pleased that all was well with Sugriva! Though Rama spent his days basking in the beauty that lay around, his nights were an endless torment. In the quiet after sunset thoughts of Sita crowded his mind. Seeing Rama steeped in so much sorrow, Lakshmana was heart broken. "Rama", he said in a caressing voice, "You know all is lost when courage is lost. How can you, who believe in god, destiny and in human effort succumb to grief! You need to be strong and alert to fight an enemy who is strong and whose warring tactics are unfair". Soothed by Lakshmana's words Rama tried to curb his sorrow and look forward to the end of the rainy season when Sugriva would plan for the quest of Sita.