Sanjaya's voice turns inward. He is no longer just reporting. He is sharing what this dialogue has done to him. Every time he remembers this conversation between Keshava and Arjuna — not just once, but again and again — joy wells up in him. Moment after moment.
There is something deeply honest about this admission. Sanjaya is not a yogi. He is not a sage. He is a charioteer and court narrator. And yet the Gita has filled him with a joy that renews itself each time he recalls it. He cannot stop thinking about it. He cannot stop being moved by it.
The repetition — 'samsmritya samsmritya,' 'muhurmuhu' — is not decorative. It mirrors the experience itself. The joy of the Gita does not come once and fade. Each time one returns to it, the freshness is there again.