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She was born to the King and Queen of Mithila
after they waited decades for a child. Having
adopted a girl child already, King Janaka accepted
yet another girl child with open arms, unlike King
Dasharatha who was desperate for sons, so much,
that he gave away his only daughter for it. She
was named Urmila, meaning the waves of Passion.
From her very childhood she grew up listening to
tales of bravery and sacrifice, legends and Gods
from the sages who were patronized by their
father. The sisters were taught to be brave enough
to question all the rights and rituals than blindly
following them like most others. Janaka was too
happy to answer all of his daughter's curiosities.
She used to travel to various Ashrams of well
known hermits with her father and sister.
One such time she was visiting the annual Yajna of
the King Priest Vishwamitra. They arrived there,
amongst other Kings and Royals of Aryavarta and
were shocked to hear how time and again the
demon Taraka and her son Marich lead a group of
Demons to vandalize the Yajna. This time round
the buzz was that some princes were here to kill
her. A terrified Urmila asked her elder sister, " But
killing is so wrong, why will they kill her?" They
went to the Hermit Vishwamitra jimself with this
query. Vishwamitra gladly explained, " Because he
who defies Dharma deserves to be punished." King
Janaka was eager to meet the brave princes who
were to kill the demon. Vishwamitra introduced
them to the Princes of Ayodhya, Ram and Laxman.
Both very quiet and obedient by nature, they
touched Janaka's feet. Janaka had made his
choice, if only this eldest one could string the bow
of Shiva...
The demon arrived at the Yajna, the horrified
princess' witnessed the killing. The princes were
invited back to the palace by their father. She was
in awe of the younger one, he followed his brother
around obediently, silently trying to protect him
too, acting as a friend, more than a brother. Many
thought him not worthy, less talented and even
spineless enough to follow his brother around but
she saw it differently. It was the same love she felt
for her elder sister, overprotective and dependent,
she was like that too. Urmila was slowly falling for
Laxman, the silent warrior.
At the palace garden she was picking flowers for
her garland when she spotted him practicing his
tip with the arrow. She wanted to talk to him, but
he would shy away. The conversation would be
awkward. She turned around, stopping her trail of
endless thoughts.
The next day at court, the buzz was that Ram
would try to string the bow of the Lord. Urmila
rushed to Sita's side. She was well aware of how
much Sita wanted Ram to succeed. They had
gathered around the bow to watch Ram try what
others have failed miserably at. Taking the name of
the Lord, his Guru and Parents, Ram lifted the bow
with ease. A gasp escaped Urmila's mouth as she
saw him closing the strings. With a loud noise, the
bow broke in to two. Everyone stood amazed and
confused, while Laxman had this big proud smile
on his face. Urmila smiled too. For she was happy
her sister now had her chosen Groom.
The Palace was decorated for the occassion, the
city celebrated in joy as King Dasharatha arrived to
meet his son's bride to be.There he noticed all
four Princesses Sita, Urmila and their cousins
Mandavi and Srutakirti were brought up in an
equally impressive way by Janaka. The princesses
served the King like their Father. Impressed,
Dasharatha had a proposal for Janaka. He wanted
all four princesses for the four sons. A daasi
rushed in to the Rani Mahal to inform them. Urmila
was to wed Laxmana. She could not believe this
was true.
The wedding was a fairy tale one with many
guests, celebrations and rituals that followed.
Mithila and Ayodhya celebrated for a month. It was
time to leave their parent's home for Ayodhya. The
sisters were happy they had each other at their
husband's home. The city,the people,the palace, all
were so similar yet so unfamiliar. The queens
accepted their sons brides with open arms. They
always wanted daughters and they were happy to
have the princesses at their Palace. Sumitra,
Laxman's mother was a commoner married to the
king. She was so humble and down to earth that
Urmila and Srutakirti were never uneasy at the
palace. Sita lived in Queen Kausalya's premises
and hence they only met at rituals and meals.
They were not wives to their husbands yet, they
met occassionally mostly on festivals. Whenever
Laxman met Urmila all they talked of were their
brothers and sisters. A few months passed by
blissfully as the sisters learned the Ayodhyan ways
of life. Oneday, a news from Queen Kaikeyi's court
shook the Palace. Ram was the foremost choice
for crowned prince not only because he was eldest
but also the most talented among the brothers.
But Kaikeyi wanted Bharat's coronation and Ram's
exile. What followed was days of complete
darkness for Urmila for fourteen long years.
Without a thought Sita and Laxman decided to
follow Ram, wherever he went. Urmila wanted to
follow her husband too, but Laxman was not sure
if their parents were safe with Kaikeyi. Bharat's
intentions were now questionable to Laxman as
well, although he and Satrughna were away and
unaware of the happenings. Holding Urmila's hand.
Laxman tod her, " Listen to me, my work is at the
forest, protecting my brother, if you follow you will
become a responsibility as well as distraction.
Stay here, somebody needs to look after our
mothers and father when we are gone, they will be
devastated."
" But how will I spend fourteen years without you?"
" By waiting for me. Count the days, they will pass
quickly."
As they rode away in a chariot, he didn't turn back
to look at her, maybe because her teary eyes could
make him weak. She watched the dust cover their
tracks as she wiped away her tears. Urmila took
hold of the situation and took care of the ailing
Dasharatha and his queens till his sudden death.
Fourteen years she spend, doing her duties as his
wife, never meeting him. When the news of Sita's
kidnap and the impending war reached Ayodhya,
Urmila was once again shrouded by uncertainty.
For her sister, her husband, their future. She
prayed days and nights, sleepless, in worry.
At last, the news of their victory was a relief. They
were coming home. Ayodhya was lit in lamps.
People celebrated their King's homecoming. Inside
the Rani Mahal, after more than a decade Urmila
was happy, dressing up in her bridal attires for her
husband. They were teenagers when he left, now
they were man and woman ready to reunite. As
their chariot arrived, she followed their mothers out
for a glimpse. Tears were in everyone's eyes as
the mothers reunited with their sons and Kaikeyi
begged for forgiveness. Urmila met her husband
after a struggle so long that she did not remember
what happiness was until now. She welcomed him
with Aarti and they united that night.
A few years later, twins were born to them and
Laxman shifted away from Ayodhya to present day
Lucknow. Angad and Dharmaketu were ideal sons
to her and Laxman. As for Laxman,He served his
brother till his last breath. She however, came
across as a lesser known yet strong woman who
lived and fulfilled her promise to him for fourteen
years, alone. She is an woman who sets an
example as an Independent and strong willed
person, much like women of today.
NOTE:- I had not written this OS , a appreciate d person who wrote it , I Just found it on net.this is not from indiaforum blog.
after they waited decades for a child. Having
adopted a girl child already, King Janaka accepted
yet another girl child with open arms, unlike King
Dasharatha who was desperate for sons, so much,
that he gave away his only daughter for it. She
was named Urmila, meaning the waves of Passion.
From her very childhood she grew up listening to
tales of bravery and sacrifice, legends and Gods
from the sages who were patronized by their
father. The sisters were taught to be brave enough
to question all the rights and rituals than blindly
following them like most others. Janaka was too
happy to answer all of his daughter's curiosities.
She used to travel to various Ashrams of well
known hermits with her father and sister.
One such time she was visiting the annual Yajna of
the King Priest Vishwamitra. They arrived there,
amongst other Kings and Royals of Aryavarta and
were shocked to hear how time and again the
demon Taraka and her son Marich lead a group of
Demons to vandalize the Yajna. This time round
the buzz was that some princes were here to kill
her. A terrified Urmila asked her elder sister, " But
killing is so wrong, why will they kill her?" They
went to the Hermit Vishwamitra jimself with this
query. Vishwamitra gladly explained, " Because he
who defies Dharma deserves to be punished." King
Janaka was eager to meet the brave princes who
were to kill the demon. Vishwamitra introduced
them to the Princes of Ayodhya, Ram and Laxman.
Both very quiet and obedient by nature, they
touched Janaka's feet. Janaka had made his
choice, if only this eldest one could string the bow
of Shiva...
The demon arrived at the Yajna, the horrified
princess' witnessed the killing. The princes were
invited back to the palace by their father. She was
in awe of the younger one, he followed his brother
around obediently, silently trying to protect him
too, acting as a friend, more than a brother. Many
thought him not worthy, less talented and even
spineless enough to follow his brother around but
she saw it differently. It was the same love she felt
for her elder sister, overprotective and dependent,
she was like that too. Urmila was slowly falling for
Laxman, the silent warrior.
At the palace garden she was picking flowers for
her garland when she spotted him practicing his
tip with the arrow. She wanted to talk to him, but
he would shy away. The conversation would be
awkward. She turned around, stopping her trail of
endless thoughts.
The next day at court, the buzz was that Ram
would try to string the bow of the Lord. Urmila
rushed to Sita's side. She was well aware of how
much Sita wanted Ram to succeed. They had
gathered around the bow to watch Ram try what
others have failed miserably at. Taking the name of
the Lord, his Guru and Parents, Ram lifted the bow
with ease. A gasp escaped Urmila's mouth as she
saw him closing the strings. With a loud noise, the
bow broke in to two. Everyone stood amazed and
confused, while Laxman had this big proud smile
on his face. Urmila smiled too. For she was happy
her sister now had her chosen Groom.
The Palace was decorated for the occassion, the
city celebrated in joy as King Dasharatha arrived to
meet his son's bride to be.There he noticed all
four Princesses Sita, Urmila and their cousins
Mandavi and Srutakirti were brought up in an
equally impressive way by Janaka. The princesses
served the King like their Father. Impressed,
Dasharatha had a proposal for Janaka. He wanted
all four princesses for the four sons. A daasi
rushed in to the Rani Mahal to inform them. Urmila
was to wed Laxmana. She could not believe this
was true.
The wedding was a fairy tale one with many
guests, celebrations and rituals that followed.
Mithila and Ayodhya celebrated for a month. It was
time to leave their parent's home for Ayodhya. The
sisters were happy they had each other at their
husband's home. The city,the people,the palace, all
were so similar yet so unfamiliar. The queens
accepted their sons brides with open arms. They
always wanted daughters and they were happy to
have the princesses at their Palace. Sumitra,
Laxman's mother was a commoner married to the
king. She was so humble and down to earth that
Urmila and Srutakirti were never uneasy at the
palace. Sita lived in Queen Kausalya's premises
and hence they only met at rituals and meals.
They were not wives to their husbands yet, they
met occassionally mostly on festivals. Whenever
Laxman met Urmila all they talked of were their
brothers and sisters. A few months passed by
blissfully as the sisters learned the Ayodhyan ways
of life. Oneday, a news from Queen Kaikeyi's court
shook the Palace. Ram was the foremost choice
for crowned prince not only because he was eldest
but also the most talented among the brothers.
But Kaikeyi wanted Bharat's coronation and Ram's
exile. What followed was days of complete
darkness for Urmila for fourteen long years.
Without a thought Sita and Laxman decided to
follow Ram, wherever he went. Urmila wanted to
follow her husband too, but Laxman was not sure
if their parents were safe with Kaikeyi. Bharat's
intentions were now questionable to Laxman as
well, although he and Satrughna were away and
unaware of the happenings. Holding Urmila's hand.
Laxman tod her, " Listen to me, my work is at the
forest, protecting my brother, if you follow you will
become a responsibility as well as distraction.
Stay here, somebody needs to look after our
mothers and father when we are gone, they will be
devastated."
" But how will I spend fourteen years without you?"
" By waiting for me. Count the days, they will pass
quickly."
As they rode away in a chariot, he didn't turn back
to look at her, maybe because her teary eyes could
make him weak. She watched the dust cover their
tracks as she wiped away her tears. Urmila took
hold of the situation and took care of the ailing
Dasharatha and his queens till his sudden death.
Fourteen years she spend, doing her duties as his
wife, never meeting him. When the news of Sita's
kidnap and the impending war reached Ayodhya,
Urmila was once again shrouded by uncertainty.
For her sister, her husband, their future. She
prayed days and nights, sleepless, in worry.
At last, the news of their victory was a relief. They
were coming home. Ayodhya was lit in lamps.
People celebrated their King's homecoming. Inside
the Rani Mahal, after more than a decade Urmila
was happy, dressing up in her bridal attires for her
husband. They were teenagers when he left, now
they were man and woman ready to reunite. As
their chariot arrived, she followed their mothers out
for a glimpse. Tears were in everyone's eyes as
the mothers reunited with their sons and Kaikeyi
begged for forgiveness. Urmila met her husband
after a struggle so long that she did not remember
what happiness was until now. She welcomed him
with Aarti and they united that night.
A few years later, twins were born to them and
Laxman shifted away from Ayodhya to present day
Lucknow. Angad and Dharmaketu were ideal sons
to her and Laxman. As for Laxman,He served his
brother till his last breath. She however, came
across as a lesser known yet strong woman who
lived and fulfilled her promise to him for fourteen
years, alone. She is an woman who sets an
example as an Independent and strong willed
person, much like women of today.
NOTE:- I had not written this OS , a appreciate d person who wrote it , I Just found it on net.this is not from indiaforum blog.
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