About the Book: Ayodhya buzzed with excitement for Lord Rama’s homecoming—but all the sparkle had gone missing. No lamps gleamed, no garlands shone; the city felt unnaturally dark. Grief had dampened hearthfires, silenced market stalls, and frozen every glad song. Then, a radiant golden chariot—draped in jewels and sunlight—arrived in that solemn hush. Even in darkness, it lit the city’s heart.