But later in life, I noticed that what a reader/listener took away from the Ramayanam could be a good guide to the kind of person they were. As a young listener, I was filled with questions about the idea of human duty and the dilemmas it posed in the Ramayana. I read both the Bhagavatham and the Ramayanam to my daughter when she was nine. She soon lost interest in the former, but listened to the latter raptly, her huge eyes welling and shining alternately. The difference, she told me, was about love. In the Ramayanam , all of them, in different ways, loved truly, suffered for it and were cleansed by that pain. But that was not so in the Bhagavatham.