Jai Sri Ram,
Laxman summoned the citizens and Brahmans and crowned Sugreeva as the King and Angad as the crown prince,
Lord then sent for Sugreeva, related him unto guidelines of statecraft, and said, listen O Sugreeva, Rainy season is here, I will encamp on the hill as I can not any city for fourteen years, after the rains we chart out the way to reach Sita,
Rama took up his abode on the Pravarsana hills, gods already kept ready for him all respective arrangements were made, charming cave in the mountain were as auspicious as anything,
A glimpse of the lovely forest was clear from all sides, rich in flowers and beautiful birds and bees, all of them ever remained there to serve the Lord, peacocks dancing at the sight of clouds, clouds gathering and often making terrible sounds, swelling streams rush with great speed, as weak attain to small fortune, water becomes turbid as fall on the ground the way Jiva enveloped in Maya on descends from heaven, earth chocked with grass, hard to locate the track as holy books obscured by heretic doctrine,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please