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The Warrior and Princess

Dasharatha was very protective of his sons. He had got them after almost a lifetime of wait and yajnas so they were his lifeline. Ram the eldest, won hearts with his humble generous ways, Bharata the second was his favourite queen's brave son, and Laxman and Shatrugna were the twins to the lesser queen, who followed their brothers like shadows. They were one peaceful happy family. Sage Vasistha was their Kulaguru, teaching them the Vedic hymns and the righteous ways of life. The Princes grew up in the luxurious protected premises of the palace.
The King of Mithila too was childless. Mother Earth granted him a daughter. Sita grew up learning and curious, followed by the king's second daughter Urmila and their cousins Mandavi and Srutakirti. They grew up knowing the natural ways of life, and their father took them to learn men to know more about man and his natural instincts.

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The princesses were curious and always questioning the traditions, the Princes learned to uphold traditions without questions. Sita was Mother Earth's blessing to Janaka, and Ram was Agni's blessing to Dasharatha.

Ram and Laxman were the chosen princes taken to be trained by the sage Vishwamitra. He wanted the princes to help him kill a dangerous Demon  Taraka Rakhsasi in the forests where he used to perform his annual Yajnas. A reluctant Dasharatha let his sons venture into the dangers. Ram and Laxman learned the arts of warfare. However, something told their guru they were no ordinary princes. At such a tender age, barely fourteen, the Princes learned quickly. Their tip was perfect. Soon, they were ready. Vishamitra had invited many Kings, Princes and other learned men to his Yajna. Upon reaching there, the brothers decided to explore the beautiful Ashrama of the learned Guru. They came to the garden and saw some princesses making garlands and picking flowers, their back towards them. Laxman realized that all the life he had lived with brothers, his heart craved a sister he never knew he had.

The preparations were on for the Yajnas and the eager Princess Sita was asking Vishwamitra the significance of the rituals. Standing a little distance away, the prince of Ayodhya was in awe of how this Princess was eager to know the reason behind everything he never ever questioned. The demons were heard coming, and the learned men feared the worst. Every time, men were killed and the Yajnas were destroyed by these demons. But this time was different. The young Princes stuck a bow on their arrow. Sita watched a brave prince chant some hymns and attack the mighty demon army. Two brothers bravely defeated the demon clans. A smile appeared on Sita's lips. He was brave but not vain.

As the Yajnas completed successfully, Ram looked around to spot the Princesses ready to leave, he wanted to talk to her but he had never talked to a lady before. He turned back towards his hut.
" Don't you think it's wrong?" Her voice startled him.
He turned back and saw her standing, her face demanded an answer. " You killed a woman, wasn't it Adharma?" 
" What she was doing was Adharma. Punishing a wrongdoer is never Adharma. Dharma is not based on gender." She seemed satisfied with his answer and smiled. He smiled back at her, palms folded.

In the distance, Rishi Vishwamitra smiled. Destiny had spoken. He offered Janaka and the Princes of Ayodha a trip to Rishi Gautama's ashrama. The eager parties agreed. During the journey, they crossed rivers, dangerous forests and clearings. Ram noticed how easy the princesses were in their surroundings. Urmila walked up behind her sister, " The younger one is quieter than the older one even." She seemed displeased that so many times their eyes met, Laxman always shied away. Never even smiled or greeted her.

Reaching Rishi Gautama's ashrama they were greeted by a huge rock. Eager, Sita asked " Rishi var, what is this rock? Why is it standing here?" Ram had the same question in mind. Rishi Vishwamitra narrated the tale of how Indra tricked Ahalya, Gautama's wife to believe he was her husband and thus Gautama accused her of infidelity and turned her into a stone. Later when he realized that his wife was not at fault he repented it and blessed her. That the touch of a righteous man's foot can bring her back to life. Hearing the story the princes and princesses were stunned. Urmila had a question in mind, " Why is fidelity so important for humans? Demons and animals have more than one partner then why not men?" Rishi Vishwamitra responded to the eager group of youngsters before him, " Because our behaviour distinguishes us from animals. We are the most advanced creatures of god, we should respect and love only one partner through life, that's humanity."
" I will always be faithful to one wife," vowed Ram.
" But What if your wife does not think the same?" Ram was about to answer it, when Sita responded, " If she is righteous, humble and a follower of Dharma, she will follow his path and be his faithful wife too." A smile appeared on Ram's face. They thought alike.

Upon Rishi Vishwamitra's request, he put his foot on the rock and Ahalya came back to life. An embarrassed Rishi Gautama was summoned and his forgiving wife held his hand as they started life afresh. Watching the happy couple reunite after this long separation filled Ram's heart with happiness. Sita looked back at him with a smile. This was love.

Sita's father noticed this. He invited the Prince back to Mithila to try his hand at a bow. Whoever stung it would marry Sita. However, Ram was unaware of the prize. The Princess looked on, her heart pounding in her throat, for she had already chosen him, what if he couldn't tie the bowstring? He looked into her concerned eyes and lost his concentration for a second as an excited crowd looked on. He strung it too tight and the bow broke into two. Till then no great warrior could even lift the bow let alone string it, Janaka was happy to hand him his daughter.
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Sita garlanded Ram with the Jaimala. Petals were raining on them, conch shells blew and the people cheered as he looked into her eyes, they spoke volumes. She was happy to be his. His family was called upon for the royal weddings as they stood side by side greeting the subjects of Mithila, happy to have chosen each other, clueless about what the future held.

The separation that would be spoken of for so many years to come, Sadness, anger, agony, humiliation, war, separation, and death came between them ever since they got married but till the last day of their lives, they were faithful to each other, respected and loved each other and were inseparable at heart.

Even today, Ram and his Sita are worshipped as a couple all across India for the strength and faith they had in their relationship. For this is what people desire, his valour and her dignity. Yet, most lack their respect for each other and the immense trust they had in their strained relationship.

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