Leaving the palace of Ravana, Hanuman leapt on to the wall encircling the Asoka grove. What he saw bewitched him and drove his breath away. Incredible panoramas of dramatic water bodies, shimmering green canopies and the brilliance of bright hued blooms was truly enchanting. His sudden advent into that serenity disturbed sleeping birds whose wild fluttering caused the descent of a million of flowers and leaves covered by which he looked like a flowering mountain. The pristine waters of rivers and streams, flowed cool rippling lakes sported lotus and enormous step wells were surrounded by golden seats. Tranquil waters lapped lazily against jewelled crystal steps, where pearls and not sand lay in their depths! Surrounded and bedazzled by Visvakarma's creation, hoping to see Sita, perhaps wandering like a frightened doe, Hanuman settled into the cool dark shadows of a flowering Simsapa tree. Below that tree flowed a river to which, he was sure Sita would come for her evening worship of Siva, 'If she is alive, she will surely come to this sacred river' thought Hanuman.