Spiritual(ism)
Rama, a profound analyst of moods and expressions, beheld the dense forest with its treacherous living conditions—a realm fraught with unknown dangers from venomous reptiles, ferocious beasts, and even cannibals lurking in the shadows. He deliberated deeply, weighing the risks, and resolved it wiser to leave Sita under Bharata’s protection rather than expose her to…
With Kausalya’s heartfelt permission and her blessings fortified by rituals and prayers, Rama, filled with renewed resolve, departed for Sita’s abode. Though his mother’s sorrow lingered in his mind, he transformed it into faith and hope, lightening his spirit for the higher cause ahead. Meanwhile, Sita, unaware of these somber developments, was fasting in joyful…
Kausalya, having imbibed the essence of Rama’s perspective, understood that no force could deter him from undertaking his journey to the forest, bound as he was by the sacred word of his father. With a trembling voice and a heart heavy with sorrow, she spoke: “Rama, my son, dearest to Dasaratha and steadfast in virtue,…
Rama’s words profoundly stirred Lakshmana’s spirit, tossing him between waves of joy and sorrow. Locking his brows in anger and sighing like a serpent provoked, Lakshmana stood—his sharp, tearful gaze akin to a wrathful lion’s, his hands moving like an elephant’s trunk, his head shaking like a tiger ready to pounce. Fixing his eyes on…
Rama’s words, steeped in dharma and free from anxiety, struck a chord with Kausalya’s innermost conscience. His calm conviction lifted her from the depths of shock, preparing her to embrace his unwavering decision to fulfill his father’s command. Resolute and serene, Rama radiated strength as he turned his attention to soothing Lakshmana, who, like a…
The steady-minded Rama, with unyielding poise and resilience, cast aside regal formalities, the pleas of friends, the cries of citizens, and the entreaties of well-wishers. His heart was set on breaking the distressing news to his mother, Kausalya. Those around him could discern no shift in his graceful demeanour, for Rama’s natural majesty accompanied him,…
Rama entered Kaikeyi’s chamber and found his father, King Dasharatha, seated on a magnificently adorned throne. Yet, the grandeur of the surroundings could not veil the king’s wretched state—he appeared drained, forlorn, and utterly defeated, while Kaikeyi sat beside him in cold composure. Though taken aback by the king’s unexpected despondency, Rama quickly composed himself….
In the twilight of his wisdom, the king was prostrated in an unworthy plight, as though cast down from celestial heights by the exhaustion of his virtues. Heavy with despair, his gaze locked onto Kaikeyi’s eyes, which gleamed with an unyielding resolve—a reflection of incarnate destruction. She stood unrelenting, unmoved by his pleas, her posture…
Despite the flood of arguments and counterarguments that sought to dissuade him, the king, holding onto a fragile strand of hope, addressed the queen with a plea mingled with earnest advice, cautious warnings, and subtle threats aimed at awakening her latent conscience. He believed, perhaps desperately, that such an appeal might untangle the intricate knot…
Disregarding each supplication from king Dasaratha, the embodiment of cruelty in the form of the queen, Kaikeyi, spoke with unyielding resolve. She cast her gaze upon the desperate, half-spent, and enervated King, who now sat with drooping spirit and weary eyed. Without the slightest trace of remorse, she declared! Illustrious King! Lamenting the boons once…
