In the serene wilderness, Bharata, a humble soul, strode swiftly, keeping his army at a respectful distance. His keen eyes discerned the signs of Rama’s ashram, and turning to Satrughna, he gestured reverently. Entrusting the care of his mothers to sage Vasishta, he ensured their safety, while Sumantra, driven by an inner yearning to see Rama, accompanied him.
As they approached, Bharata noticed two hermitages within the same sacred precincts. A tranquil aura surrounded the place, instilling confidence and peace. Believing it to be the dwelling of Rama, he observed holy wood, blades of grass by the altar, and stacks of flowers—undeniable marks of a sanctified abode. Linen garments and garlands hung upon branches, and ritualistic provisions lay neatly arranged near the fire. Addressing his ministers, Bharata declared, “This is the sacred place Bharadwaja spoke of. We are fortunate to behold Rama, the source of immense power.”
As they ventured further, they heard the gentle roars of elephants near the mountain’s caves. A massive stone stood guard at the ashram’s entrance, a sentinel against unwelcome intrusions. Traversing Chitrakuta, Bharata moved toward the Mandakini River, where he knew Rama meditated in solitude. Overwhelmed by guilt, Bharata thought, A valiant ruler of three worlds now resides in this desolate forest because of me. My mother’s treachery has brought me dishonor. I must bow at the feet of Sita, Lakshmana, and Rama, seeking absolution.
Approaching the hermitage, he observed the sacred fire surrounded by long groves, creepers, and bushes. Before the ashram lay bows, shields, swords, and other weapons meticulously arranged, resembling a lion’s cave. His gaze shifted to the northeast slope, where the fire pit was built, and there he beheld Rama—his matted locks, deer-skin attire, and ascetic devotion radiating an aura of divine brilliance. Rama sat on a grass mat, with Sita and Lakshmana beside him in similar ascetic guise.
At this sight, Bharata’s heart grew heavy, and he lost balance. Like a child, he ran to Rama, tears streaming, his mind clouded by sorrow. Memories of Ayodhya flashed before him—Rama, once surrounded by ministers and sages, now immersed in the wilderness. The dust of the forest adorned him where sandalwood paste once lay, and fine silks were replaced by deer skin. Bharata, overwhelmed by remorse, thought, My actions have reduced a prince to this.
Falling at Rama’s feet, he could only utter, “Arya,” as his voice faltered. Satrughna too wept, bowing before Rama, who embraced them both with tearful eyes. A silent bond conveyed their mutual love and grief. Sumantra and Guha offered their respects, while the assembled sages were moved by the brothers’ reunion. Bharata, frail and clad in ascetic attire, lay prostrate before Rama, his grief and fasting evident. Rama gently lifted him, made him sit, and asked with concern, “Why have you undertaken such a difficult journey? Is the king alive and well? Are you performing your duties diligently?”
Rama’s voice carried the weight of wisdom as he questioned Bharata:
“Are you honoring your teachers, elders, and scholars? Is Vasishta, our guiding light, revered as a divine presence? Are our mothers hale and hearty? Does Queen Kaikeyi fare well? Are you maintaining harmony in the kingdom? Have you surrounded yourself with wise ministers, skilled in administration and strategy?
A king’s strength lies in his council. Avoid decisions made in isolation; seek collective wisdom. Yet, guard state secrets to prevent misuse. Recruit only the brilliant and committed—those who uphold justice and public welfare. Ensure soldiers are rewarded and their families cared for, fostering loyalty and unity. Remember, a harmonious community forms the foundation of prosperity.
Are you vigilant against traitors and divisive elements? Protect women with strict justice. Nurture talents and train them for the kingdom’s needs. Reward sincerity, but remain firm against misuse of power. A king’s greatness lies in serving the people selflessly.”
Rama’s words flowed like a powerful river, imparting lessons on governance, loyalty, and public welfare. In this sacred setting, Rama transformed the hermitage into a training ground, instilling in Bharata the virtues of leadership and responsibility. Through profound love and wisdom, Rama sought to prepare Bharata for the greater good of Ayodhya. This unique exchange underscored the divine purpose of their meeting—a beacon of dharma, devotion, and duty.
