Sita oppressed by fear and anxiety suddenly became aware of the many signs of auspiciousness that appeared without warning! They seemed to indicate a change in her life, heralding the end of her woes and the coming of happier times. Into her beautiful eyes fringed with lush black lashes crept a light of joy and her left eye twitched like a lotus touched by a fish. Her left shoulder that had once known the most exotic of unguents, which had pillowed the head of Rama, lord of all creatures, also quivered. Her tyrannised mind bogged down in misery no longer felt the pain and the sorrow that had for so long veiled her mesmeric beauty seemed to melt away. The lacklustre, woebegone princess was springing back to life like a scorched sapling with the first showers of rain. Her face with its golden sheen, berry red lips, limpid eyes below arched black brows, was ravishing. Its radiance, surrounded by a halo of soft silky hair, black as the raven's wing, was like that of the moon emerging from the clutches of Rahu.