Sri Rama Rama Rama Rama
*Sri Rama Rama Rama Rama* 🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞 A thousand Suns rose after mid - noon that day. It was the ninth day of Shukla paksha in Meena maasa. The Sun was past the highest point in the sky - dome. He stopped for a micro second and felt happy that Bhagawan had kept his promise. The Moon was in Punarvasu. 🌜🌜🌜🌜🌜🌜🌜🌜 The Deva ganas and Rishi ganas rejoiced. The tapas of the fortunate parents had been answered. Sri Vasishta Maharshi smiled as he uttered the nama *Ra - ma.* "It gets sweeter with each chanting!" He thought. Elsewhere another Maharshi smiled too, thinking about how the yagya of Rishis was going to be protected as they should be. "He and his brother will come here soon!" He said to himself. Sri Gautama Maharshi folded his hands together as his gaze fell on what looked like a rocky mound. Tears fell from his eyes. "He'll come here soon to bless her !" 👶👶👶👶👶👶👶👶 A certain chief of Nishadas,