à¤•à¥ƒà¤¥à¤¾ à¤®à¥ˆà¤µà¤‚ à¤šà¥‡à¤¤à¤ƒ à¤•à¤¥à¤®à¤ªà¤¿ à¤®à¤¨à¤¾à¤—à¤¸à¥à¤–à¤²à¤¦à¤¿à¤¤à¤ƒ à¤ªà¥à¤°à¤®à¤¾à¤¦à¤¾à¤¦à¥à¤µà¤¾à¤£à¥€à¤¯à¤‚ à¤•à¤¿à¤®à¤¿à¤¹ à¤•à¤°à¤µà¤¾à¤£à¤¿ à¤ªà¥à¤°à¤£à¤¯à¤¿à¤¨à¥€à¥¤ à¤µà¥ƒà¤¥à¥ˆà¤µà¤¾à¤¯à¤‚ à¤—à¥à¤°à¤¨à¥à¤¥à¤¿à¤°à¤à¤£à¤à¤£à¥€à¤¤à¤®à¤‚à¤œà¥€à¤°à¤°à¤£à¤¿à¤¤à¤‚ à¤¤à¤¤à¤¸à¥à¤¤à¥à¤µà¤¤à¥à¤¦à¤¾à¤ªà¤¾à¤¬à¥à¤œà¤‚ à¤¯à¤¦à¤¿à¤¦à¤‚à¤µà¤¤à¤‚à¤¸à¥‹ à¤à¤µà¤¤à¥ à¤®à¥‡à¥¤ (à¤¨à¤°à¤¸à¤¿à¤‚à¤¹ ) (Darling, donâ€™t take it to your heart I couldnâ€™t control my tongue in haste Itâ€™s not wise to nurture malaise. These tinkling anklet bells Ornamenting your lotus feet, Let them be my earrings. ) Vashishtha knew Ram very well. Prince Ram was not a man to waste time in luxuries or sundry topics for amusement. Vashishtha was a bit apprehensive when he received Ramâ€™s request for a meeting. He thought hard about it but could not guess a reason that brought the prince at his doorstep. Old priest was well aware of the palace politics and by then had firmly put his weight behind Kaikeyee. A dependent prince like Bharat was a sure guarantee of success for a powerful priest and later for his younger son Shakti. Like Dasaratha, Vashishtha was also not sure whether he would be comfortable with an independent and confident king like Ram.