Chapter 1
"Sita Didi, where are you?" Urmila, the princess of Mithila called out numerous times, as she ran through the passages of her simple palace home. "Didi, it is urgent, where are you?"
"Urmila, I am in the kitchen, dear." Sita's voice came from down the hall. Urmila, relieved, walked towards the kitchen, her Didi's second home. As she entered the kitchen, she was hit with the aroma of a variety of delicacies. She smiled, as she sensed her favorite dish, sweet puri, was being made by no other, but her Sita didi. "Didi, I have some news for you." Urmila called from the door."
"The news can wait, Urmila, first taste this sweet puri I have made." Sita walked up to Urmila and extended her hand. "No didi, first hear the news. And besides, I don't taste yours and Maa's food before you serve it, it is equal to insulting it."
"Fine, what have you found out, my little detective!" Sita said, as she slightly tugged at Urmila's ear.
"Di, the prince of Ayodhya is in Mithila!" Urmila squealed.
Sita's face light up. She had heard about the illustrious man when she was at Maharishi Vishwamitra's ashram. He had stopped his father, King Dasharath from sacrificing the Ashwamedha horse, had killed Taraka and Subhau, and had recently free Mata Ahilya from her painful curse. With every incident, she had gotten closer with this man. He was strong and brave, but compassionate and kind, not only to his fellow humans, but to every life form on the Earth. She, without knowing it, had fallen hopelessly in love with a man she hadn't even met!
"Didi...Sita didi!" Urmila cried, breaking Sita's train of thoughts. "Can we go meet him?"
"Urmila! What are you thinking? This is against the maryada of a woman."
"But di, you want to meet him, righ?"
"That's true, dear, but I can't." Urmila's face drooped. "Urmila, what has to happen will happen. If I marry the prince of the Raghuvanshis, I will get to see him for the rest of my life right?" Urmila nodded. "So, relax, little one. Come, it is time for the puja of Maa Gauri."
With Urmila in tow, Sita slowly walked out of the palace, with the flower of hope blossoming in her heart.
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"Bhaiya, Mithila is so beautiful right?" Lakshman said as he admired the natural beauty of the city of Raja Janak.
"Yes, Lakshman, the scenery, as well as the people's nature, is very beautiful." Ram replied, remembering the encounter he had with Rishi Yaagnavalkya, his two wives, and Mata Gargi.
"Yes bhaiya, everyone is so amiable and peaceful, just like Raja Janak."
"The people are always a reflection of the king, Lakshman because they follow his example."
"So true, Ram." Maharishi Vishwamitra said as he approached the two."You remind me of someone, Ram, she is just like you, kind, intelligent, and brave."
"Who is it, Rishivaar?" Lakshman asked, eager to know who could be on par with his saintly brother.
"She is the one who came like a raindrop to the dry Mithila and gave it happiness. She is the one who gave Seerdhwaj Janak and Rani Sunaina the joy of being parents. She is the one who tended the wounds of your horse, Ram, when no one else ever cared to see its pain. She is the one, Lakshman, who made that delicious food at the ashram that you praised endlessly for hours." Ram smiled at an embarrassed Lakshman and looked at his guru.
"What is that lady's name, Maharishi"
Maharishi Vishwamitra smiled and said," Ram, that girl has countless names. She is the sweet Maithili of Mithila, Maa Bhumi's patient Bhumija, Janak's curious Janaki, and the world's loving Sita."
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