It was getting late and Papa Monkey had just finished
tucking his son into bed. As Papa Monkey got up to leave the room, his son
stopped him. “Papa, where do the clouds come from?” “Is that seriously what
this kid thinks about as he’s falling asleep?” Papa Monkey thought to himself
as he walked back to his son’s bed and prepared to tell the tale of Mainaka.
“Many years ago, all of the mountains had huge wings that
they used to fly anywhere that they pleased.” “Wait! Are you telling me that
mountains used to be able to move?!” his son interrupted. “That’s correct, but
the mountains were clumsy and careless creatures. Whenever they got tired, the
mountains would simply put their wings away and fall to the Earth, crushing
everything below. The mountains destroyed many kingdoms and took the lives of
countless animals. The animals begged the mountains to be more careful, but the
mountains wouldn’t listen. The animals tried setting up traps to keep the
mountains from taking to the sky, but they couldn’t make anything strong enough
to bind the mountains to the ground. They tried building ceilings over their
kingdoms, but none were strong enough to hold the weight of a mountain. When
the animals felt that they had exhausted all of their options, they sought the
help of Indra, the lord of heaven and god of rain and thunderstorms. When Indra
heard of the destruction that the mountains were causing, he was furious. With his
mighty thunderbolt, vajra, Indra descended to earth and removed the wings of
every mountain, except for one. Mainaka, the son of the Mountain King, was
carried to safety by the wind. When they had escaped Indra’s sight, Mainaka hid
at the bottom of the ocean. Meanwhile,
the wings of all the other mountains drifted upward and remain suspended in the
sky as the clouds that we see today.”
(Indra with vajra: khabar)
“That’s so cool!” the son exclaimed. “But what ended up
happening to Mainaka?” “After helping Hanuman with his jump to Lanka, Mainaka
returned to the bottom of the ocean. To this day, he is the only mountain with
wings, but he knows better than to fly above land and harm the animals.” Papa
Monkey responded, then kissed his son on the forehead as he drifted to sleep.
Author's Note: I chose this story because I thought it was an interesting addition to the Ramayana. I also enjoy using the bedtime story writing style. I didn't really change much from the original story, but added a few minor details here and there.
Bibliography: Buck, William (1976). Ramayana: King Rama's Way