Hanuman :

I would have died if she had asked me to.  For the world, she was Ram's wife, his shadow.
But for me, she was my bhabhi, my mother, my sister, my friend, my queen.... the object of my devotion.....After my mother, possibly the only person, who was miraculously able to look into my soul and touch my heart.
That day in Lanka, when I first saw her...the celestial smile on her weary face, the way her somber eyes pierced into mine...helpless,  but still proud. My destiny was bound to hers that day onwards.

Everyone around me, all these years, was in awe of me....scared, distant...
Who would not be of a flying monkey?
Who was I.... an exotic animal? A bird? A wizard? A God? A human? 
The years I spent in search of an  answer, all whirled past me in a heartbeat, when she held  my hand and said, "How  are you? You must be tired and hungry, my friend. Here, please share my apples."

Here she was, captive, away from her loved ones, abused, vulnerable...and the first thing she says to me was, "How was  I?"
No one ever really wondered, how I was until then, as long as  I was on their side,  winning their wars  for them.

It did not matter anymore, who I was.  What  mattered  was  someone  cared!

I would have  died if Sita had  asked  me  to. But instead, she asked me to live. Live as  long as her last  descendant lives....Live  as  long as  her blood still runs in veins of a human body...Live to protect her lineage, her family, her VANSH.

I  often wonder, if death would have been so much easier, than  carrying this burden of  "living".
And then I  relive the celestial smile  on Sita's weary face and touch the earth gently with my fingertips...This same earth where Sita immersed herself and became part of....
I feel the earth touching me back...it feels like, she is holding my hand and asking me,  "How are you?".