Its been a long time and I am rekindling the old stories. I hope to catch up soon.
[THIS IS A MEMBERS ONLY POST]Episode 96: Grief in Lanka
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"If the son of Dasaratha, Baghawan Sri Ram is a truthful person, is an epitome of truth, if he is an incarnation set as an example to all the fourteen worlds, let this Astra, behead the egoistic son of Lanka!"
Lakshman, calm, composed and courageous fired the fatal arrow that severed Indrajeet's head.
"LAKSHMANAAAAA . . ." Inrajeet's voice faded away as his body deprived of arms and head fell upon the ground.
A severed hand fell on the decorated circle in the middle of an intricatel y designed room. Some maids serving in the palace came running to the spot. They were shocked to find a severed hand in the middle of the room. Scared, the went to inform their mistress who turned out to be Sulochana. They ran to her and she asked them, "What happened? Whay do you come running like this?"
"A warrior's hand has fallen nearby." all the maids were looking so bewildered. Sulochana's eyes widened in fear. "But it was my husband who had gone for war today . . ." Sulochana ran to the place with her maids following her. As she beheld the scene in front of her searching any recognizable marks on the hand, she potted the rings worn by the warrior. Memories flashed before her eyes, they times she held her husband's hand and lovingly slid the same rings on her Lord's finger and his beautiful smile seeing her decorated hands decorate his own. The dreadful truth finally descended upon her. Her beautiful form shaking with sorrw, she realised, "That means, my husband had attained a warrior's end!" Thoguh her mind did not want to accept the fact, the proof was just in front of her. Tears, emotions, turmoil and sorrw welled up within her and overwhelmed her. Her senses reeled and she fell fainting uponthe floor supported by her maids.
In the King's chambers, Ravan paced the floor with heavy feet. He looked like a dead man given the ability to get up and walk. Unseeing eyes stared back into the past when his son came to meet him before his death. His ears seem to hear once again the last words of his first son. In his divine flying chariot, he stood in front of his father and said "But I have come to say something for Lanka and her Lord. Will you give up the lust for Sita which spells death to us all?" In total arrogance, he had scorned those words. His son still tried to explain. "The one who has come is not an ordinary human. He is the ruler of the fourteen worlds, Lord Narayana!" No matter how strongly he wished his son was still standing before him, Indrajeet will only be a memeory henceforth. Mandodari overflowing with grief came to her husband.
"Why this silence? Why is the thunder so silent? No matter how many times you call or plead, our first born son will not come to bow to your feet." Mandodari could not contain her grief. She knew this would happen but as a mother she could do nothing to protect even her last living son. She could not bear this anymore and directed all her darts of sorrow and grief at her husband. "The dreadful silence that prevails in Lanka surmises the destruction of the Royal Family of Lanka. Mandodari sobs with renewed grief. But the Lord of Lanka stood still as a statue. Not an emotion crossed his face. He did not show his grief if he felt any. He did not move or speak. He neither objected to his wife's words. Perhaps he accepted that it was his fault his son had died, perhaps he still could not digest or accept the fact his son was gone. "How many times did our son Indrajeet explain? He told you to surrender to Ram. He said that Ram was God incarnate. Did you even listen to his words? He wanted to save Lanka from destruction." Ravan still stood rooted to the spot. Mandodari walked around her husband telling him all that she had kept within herself so long. It was as if Mandodari was accusing Ravan from all directions. "Our son who scattered his enemies over all 8 directions, is not with us now, Swamy. No one hear the roar of Meghanaada who used to roar like a lion in the battle field. The prevailing silence speaks of the fact that my son whom I nurtured with milk and honey will never ever come to me calling me 'Mother!" Mondodari seems like she will burst with sorrow but the Lord of Lanka stood as firm as Mt. Kailash without any emoiton. "If you had ever casted away your arrogance and heded his words, he would have been alive now. But you never listened to his words and he listend to yours and went to the battlefield. Meghanaada has fulfilled a son's duty to his father. But you, O King, have failed to uphold the duty of a father. You live in a shroud of egoism and think low of everyone else. You have taken our homeland Lanka into a path of destruction. only one thing is left. Let your hands that have destroyed everything wipe of my kumkum as well. You will get the name that Ravan who had learned the four Vedas, abducted another's wife, the Lady Sita and deprived his wife of all things auspicious. Even if all of Lanka has been destroyed, your name, the name of the one who is so adamant will prevail." Mandodari walks away from the still form of Ravan.
Sulochana caressed her husband's hand in her own chambers. "I realise that the hand in my palms is my husband's. I cannot believe that this has happened. If my love for my husband is true, let this hand write what had happened to him "
Tearfully she placed the hand near on a small table alongside a scroll. She placed a pen in her huband's palm. As Sulochana watched, the hand grasped the quill and began to write on the scroll. Indrajeet's hand wrote his last farewell message to his beloved wife before becoming still once again. Sulochana picked up the letter and read it.
"My death was by Lakshman's hand. My lovely Sulochana, I was not able to finish my worship and sacrifice. It was completely destroyed. My strength decreased but the enemy's strength increased. I gifted my life to Lakshman's arrows. I entrust myself to Ram, Sulochana. Forgive me Sulochana, I depart from you thus.
Tears streaming down her face, Sulochana held her beloved husband's last message to her bossom. "My husband was the one who defeated the great Indra who travels on the Airavatha. But today an ordinary human being had vanquished my lord. To uphold your father's word you took it upon yourself to finish the task assigned to you but you sacrificed yourself. May your fame live long. May your fame last as long as the world exists."
Will be continued...