You know, when the Ocean of Milk was churned, it was Indra, the lord of celestials who took all the efforts that were needed to bring everyone there, including the ogres and the Trinity for the sake of the nectar that would bless them all with vitality and immortality. He was the co-ordinator, so to say, in the Project Nectar. He had to organise ever so many things before the purpose was attained. The churn-rod, Mount Meru, was not supported at the bottom and therefore started sinking while the process of churning was still going on. He had to rush to Lord Vishnu for a solution. When they were all anxiously awaiting the appearance of nectar, even before there were remote signs of its emergence, the ocean spewed venom,
halahala. Once again, Indra had to rush for help, this time from Lord Shiva.
Think of the state of mind he would have been in, at that time. They were churning the ocean for nectar and here it vomits the most dreaded of all venoms! It was once again he who collected all the celestials and ogres who ran away from that spot. And think of the intense kind of suspense that would have ruled his mind even moments before the appearance of nectar and also think of the joy that he would have been overwhelmed with when amrita finally did appear!
Rama was in such a state of mind, says the Poet.
'annavaLai allaL, aam ena ayirppaan.' His mind was vacillating from end to end. 'Is this the same girl that I fell in love with the other day, that I am going to marry now, or is she not!'
'kanni amizhdhaththai edhir kaNda kadal vaNNan,' and he who is as blue as the sea, finally saw the nectar-of-the-maiden.
'uL uyir nilaippadhu Or aruththiyodu uzhaiththu, aaNdu in amudhu ezha kaLi koL indhiranum
oththaan'. His mind was as joyful as Indra who toiled so hard for ages to organise the effort to churn the ocean, with the desire of immortality impelling him, and finally saw the nectar surfacing over the waves.
Rama, whose soul was going through pangs of love, was in such a state. He was so happy that he found the very source of his being before his eyes. Kamban quickly captures a wonderful moment. He moves our attention to the mind of Rama. 'O, are you for real!' Rama's mind leapt up with wonder. 'Does this
koel of ruddy lips exist in this world also! Is she not a figment of my imagination!'
'nirath thuvar idhazhk kuyil,' This cuckoo of red-lips,
'ninaippinidai allaal,' apart from existing in my memories,
'puraththum uLaLO?' does she exist in the real world also! I thought my mind created her for me to lose my heart to!
'ena, manthodu pugandraan,' he spoke thus, within himself, with his mind. The finest of feelings captured in the most exquisite of words.
Well, he came out of the question that was tantalising his mind. He is convinced that this was the girl that his eyes tripped on, mind flew to, and his existence depended on. He found his nectar. What happened to her? It is not that easy for a woman to lift her face up and look at the one who had stolen her heart, especially when she is among a sea of people! That natural feeling of shyness overwhelmed her. But this was a question of life and death for her now! She has to pacify her heart; she has to get herself convinced that this was the same boy! She cannot help but looking even if it was for a fleeting moment at the face of this boy who had stealthily gained entry into her heart!
My god! What a wonderful drama that Kamban has conceived! Call it joy, call it delight, call it excitement or call it euphoria! He follows the couple like a professional videographer and lights up the hearts of all.
You know, when the Ocean of Milk was churned, it was Indra, the lord of celestials who took all the efforts that were needed to bring everyone there, including the ogres and the Trinity for the sake of the nectar that would bless them all with vitality and immortality. He was the co-ordinator, so to say, in the Project Nectar. He had to organise ever so many things before the purpose was attained. The churn-rod, Mount Meru, was not supported at the bottom and therefore started sinking while the process of churning was still going on. He had to rush to Lord Vishnu for a solution. When they were all anxiously awaiting the appearance of nectar, even before there were remote signs of its emergence, the ocean spewed venom,
halahala. Once again, Indra had to rush for help, this time from Lord Shiva. 
Rama, whose soul was going through pangs of love, was in such a state. He was so happy that he found the very source of his being before his eyes. Kamban quickly captures a wonderful moment. He moves our attention to the mind of Rama. 'O, are you for real!' Rama's mind leapt up with wonder. 'Does this
koel of ruddy lips exist in this world also! Is she not a figment of my imagination!'
'nirath thuvar idhazhk kuyil,' This cuckoo of red-lips,
'ninaippinidai allaal,' apart from existing in my memories,
'puraththum uLaLO?' does she exist in the real world also! I thought my mind created her for me to lose my heart to!
'ena, manthodu pugandraan,' he spoke thus, within himself, with his mind. The finest of feelings captured in the most exquisite of words.
