In a timeless bond of profound and inexplicable connection, Rama and Sita stood united. Their bond was forged not merely of love but of mutual respect, unwavering concern, and an invisible force that sustained one for the other. Both knew the rigors of the forest would not break them; they could live in harmony with nature’s harshness. Beasts, serpents, and predators posed no threat, for Rama’s valour rendered them powerless.
A protective curtain of care enveloped them, shielding them from all harm. Yet, this curtain—woven of overprotection and concern—also created a divide. Sita believed that once this veil was lifted, their thoughts, words, and deeds would resonate in perfect harmony. In frustration, she confronted Rama, addressing him with fierce resolve.
“O Rama, how can you, a prince of Ayodhya, falter in your duty to protect your wife? How could King Janaka have chosen you, a man reluctant to shoulder his responsibility, as my husband? Your brilliance and bravery are unparalleled, and none can claim that Rama lacks courage. Saying such a thing would be akin to declaring that the sun is without its rays.
“But I sense that your decision to part with me stems not from concern for my safety. There is another reason, a stronger one, that compels you to leave me behind. Speak, Rama, and share the truth. Why would you abandon one who depends on you? Why this fear that drives you away?”
With unwavering determination, she continued, “Like Savitri who followed Satyavan, son of Dyumatsena, I will follow you, Rama. You are my husband, my life, and my god. I have chosen you as my destination, and I will live and die by your side. Whether in the palace or the forest, my place is with you.
“If I walk with you, Rama, the thorns, sharp grass, and jagged stones will feel as soft as cotton underfoot. In your presence, the fiercest gales will become gentle breezes. The forest bed of leaves will be more comfortable than any silken couch, and the fruits and roots you offer will be sweeter than ambrosia. I have forsaken palace luxuries, and I am resolute in thought, word, and deed to join you in the forest. I cannot bear a single day apart from you, much less fourteen years.”
Tears streaming, Sita clung to Rama, her sobs echoing her anguish. She refused to let him take a step without her. Moved, Rama spoke with gentle resolve.
“O Devi, your sorrow diminishes even the joy of heaven for me. Like the Creator Brahma, I fear nothing in this world. Auspicious Sita, I could protect you from any danger, yet I hesitated to take you without knowing your true desires. Now, your steadfastness has shown me your resolve.
“You are born to share my journey, whether in the palace or the forest. I value you as much as my own honour. Yet, Sita, I must uphold my father’s command, for obedience to parents is the highest duty. Father, mother, and teacher are visible gods, and serving their word surpasses penance, alms, or rituals.
“Though I did not wish to transgress this sacred duty, your unwavering determination has moved me. Lady of firm resolve, I grant you permission to join me in the forest. Prepare for the journey without delay. Distribute your treasures and ornaments to those who revere you, and give gold and valuables generously to the Brahmins.”
Filled with joy, Sita began her preparations, donating her belongings with a full heart. The path of destiny cleared, and the grand design of events began to unfold, setting the stage for a tale of extraordinary resolve and divine purpose.