Devayani
But, friend, let me also remind you that you had another companion whose thoughts were vainly busy to make you forget an exile’s cares.
Kacha
The memory of her has become a part of my life.
Devayani
I recall the day when, little more than a boy, you first arrived. You stood there, near the hedge of the garden, a smile in your eyes.
Kacha
And I saw you gathering flowers—clad in white, like the dawn bathed in radiance. And I said, “Make me proud by allowing me to help you!”
Devayani
I asked in surprise who you were, and you meekly answered that you were the son of Vrihaspati, a divine sage at the court of the God Indra, and desired to learn from my father that secret spell which can revive the dead.