High above the island kingdom of Lanka rose the moon, whose luminance dispelled the sorrows of creatures and lighted up the flesh eating barbaric hordes below. Sweet music filled the air as chaste women with their husbands were lulled to sleep. Every home had horses, elephants, palanquins, and chariots boasted of untold wealth. It was the time of day when intoxicated demons were getting into drunken brawls. Some indulged in vulgar expressions, some ridiculed each other and some embraced their dear ones. Lanka also had its share of good men, who were honourable, respected and among the most intelligent of beings. Devout, pious and virtuous they took pride in their conduct. In the city where the beautiful and the ugly were so common, Hanuman saw peerless beauties shining like the stars. He saw the demure hide in the arms of their mates, while the brazen vaunted their armour. Every-where in Lanka its citizens were either asleep, making merry or indulging in every possible pleasure. Countless were the faces whose beauty was enchanting, but Hanuman knew that Sita had to be more beautiful than them! Hopes of finding her were dwindling and his heart grew heavy at the futility of his search, as Sita, consort of Rama and jewel among woman who in her incarnation as Vedavathi had sworn to destroy Ravana, remained elusive.