""Ram, Ram, Ram.
These were the only words that dwelled in Sita's tongue when she was confined in the most beautiful garden.
Ram, Ram, Ram.
These were the only solace that she had as a Goddess in the midst of Rakshasas.
Join these words, as they try shedding out everything she felt, the highs and the lows, the storm that raged in her heart when she had her world ripped from her, the love that was tested, proved and inked. The reverence she had and earned make us bow down to her.""
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