Sita’s Resolve — The Choice of the Forest (Ramayana Series 28)

Having respectfully bowed to Queen Kausalya and received her sacred blessings, Shri Rama, steadfast in the path of the righteous, prepared himself for the journey into the forest.

Meanwhile, Vaidehi Sita, devoted in austerity and purity, was still unaware of the sudden calamity that had struck Rama’s coronation. In her heart, she still believed that Rama would be crowned as the Yuvaraja that very day. The palace, beautifully decorated and filled with joyous crowds, echoed with celebration. As Rama entered those chambers, he lowered his head in silent shame, unable to meet the happiness around him.

The moment Rama stepped into the inner palace, Sita rose to greet him. But on seeing her husband—his face pale with grief, his body drenched in sweat, his senses clouded with sorrow—she trembled in confusion and fear.

“O Lord,” she cried,

“What is this? Why do you appear so distressed today?

This day should bring joy—why does sorrow cloud your face?

Never before have I seen you like this.”

With a heavy heart, Rama narrated everything—the broken coronation, Kaikeyi’s demands, and his father’s painful command. Then he said gently:

“Sita, my revered father has ordered me to depart for the forest.

To uphold his sacred vow, I must leave immediately.

After I depart, you must live a life of discipline and vows.

Rise at dawn, worship the gods, and serve my father King Dasharatha with reverence.

My mother Kausalya is stricken by grief—honour her with compassion.

Respect my other mothers daily.

Treat Bharata and Shatrughna as your own children.

Never act against Bharata’s wishes.

Remain steadfast in dharma and follow Bharata as your king.”

Hearing these words, Sita’s eyes blazed with resolve.

“Rama,” she said firmly,

“These words do not befit a heroic prince—nor do they befit the wife of such a hero.

A wife does not have a separate destiny from her husband.

Only the wife shares the fortune and fate of her husband.

A woman has no refuge in this world or the next except her husband.

If you are bound for the forest, then I too must go.

Before you tread upon thorns and sharp grass, I shall walk ahead to clear your path.

Among wild beasts, forests, monkeys, and elephants, I shall serve you with joy—

just as I would in my father’s palace.

I ask for no comfort, no luxury.

Separated from you, I would choose death itself.

Please, take me with you to the forest.”

She clung to Rama, crying aloud,

“Do not leave me, my Lord!”

Unable to bear Sita’s anguish, Rama finally spoke:

“Devi, even heaven holds no joy for me when you suffer.

Seeing your unwavering resolve, my heart yields.

Born of noble lineage, you are destined to share this path with me.

Your decision brings honour to both our dynasties.

Come, Sita—walk with me to the Dandaka forest.”

At these words, Sita’s face bloomed with joy.

Immediately, she began distributing her ornaments and royal garments in charity, her heart filled with peace—

for her place was clear: by Rama’s side, wherever dharma led.