Lakshmana lay still on the battlefield. The herb could not be found in time. So Hanuman lifted the entire mountain — Dronagiri — and carried it across the sky, garlands swaying, the temple flags catching wind, his face composed as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
There is something quietly devastating about that image. Strength this absolute, offered without hesitation. The kind of showing up that asks for nothing back.