Reading Notes: Ramayana Part D

Reading Notes: Ramayana Part D - The Bridge

The hero is blocked by the ocean from reaching his destination

He makes a sacrifice to the ocean god for passage

He gets no response

He shoots magic arrows onto the ocean “damaging” it

The god of the ocean then comes and tells him he is bound by oath to not allow passage

The then suggests he finds a bridge maker to make a bridge

The hero then got the bridge maker and they made a bridge

Could do like a gate keeper that taunts a commander

the commander comes back with siege engines or something

The gate keeper could be another commander for an opposing army

Could be some banter between the two

Instead of telling him to go get a bridge maker, the gate keeper could taunt him and tell him he’ll need “something bigger” if he wants to get through the gates

Rama's Bridge

Source: Wikipedia

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