Reading Notes: Sita Sings the Blues Part B

  • Argument about Rama's motivations and doubt
  • Sita banished while pregnant
  • Ice castle
  • Literally walks all over her
  • Skeleton covered in flower vines
  • River
  • Sita's sons are taught to sing Rama's praises
  • She's still not over him. Crazy.
  • Rama finds his sons, and wants to take them back but not Sita.
  • "If I have always been pure, may mother earth take me back into her womb because fuck you."
Source: Sita Sings the Blues by Nina Paley, 2008.

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