THE UNTOLD CONTEXTS OF ANTIQUITY
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  • مقروء 2,814
  • صوت 200
  • أجزاء 16
  • الوقت 11m
إكمال، تم نشرها في أبريل 05, 2022
The Untold contexts left burried inside.

Ramayana is an ancient Indian epic written sometime in the fifth century BCE about Rama, prince of Ayodhya who is exiled and then returns. 
The sage Valmiki wrote it in Sanskrit and taught it to Rama's sons, the twins Lava and Kush. 
It is a rather long poem, with approximately 24000 verses and is known as the Adi Kavya. 
(adi = original, first; kavya=poem) While the basic story is about palace politics and battles with demon tribes, the narrative is interspersed with philosophy, ethics, and notes on duty.
This book states most of the facts that people are oblivious of.




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