(though the original story has other instances when Sita meets Hanuman ( he enlarged himself etc) I couldn’t put all of it in about 700 words. So wrapped up the basic storyline and possible feelings and conversation. Also definitely not my best writing. I have my final board exams and my mind is already exhausted. So you may be disappointed in the past few writings and maybe the coming few but I promise once I am done with the exams I’ll get back to fueling myself with creativity. I’ll link some of my recent ‘good’ works: THE MOMENT OF SEPARATION DRAUPADI’S SWAYAMVAR
DURYODHAN- VICTIM OR VILLAIN?)
I lay there, on the cold floor, lifeless. Just another night, twisting and turning under the grove as my body ached.
“Ram” I whispered and closed my teary eyes. I couldn’t sleep. Though it had been a long and tiring day, fighting the urge to give up all my hopes, I couldn’t sleep. My heart erupted with Ram and his memories. I could feel his touch on my tanned skin. My heart could feel his presence, his cold breath caressing my eyes. “Ram” I whispered, capturing the moment. ” I do not have the strength to live without you. To be tortured every day, to sleep with eyes erupting with tears. It has been months now, the hope is dying.” My heart ached.
Suddenly I heard slight movements in the tree branches above my head. I tightened my muscles and stepped back.
Two small bright eyes gleamed at me. I was startled. The creature parted the branches and lowered his head in respect. It was a tiny grey monkey, who seemed to be calm and unafraid.
After a few moments of silence, the monkey spoke, startling me, ” Rama! Rama.” His words carried deep love and devotion. I was terrified. Do the monkeys in Lanka speak? Or maybe it is just another magical illusion of Ravana. The monkey climbed down and touched my feet. I held my breath.
“Who are you?” I asked, summoning all my consciousness.
“Mata Sita, I am Hanuman” the monkey whispered. I raised my eyebrow, my heart throbbing, is this my sign of hope?
“Mate, Lord Rama has sent me,” he said. I was frozen. My heart flared up and blood rushed in my nerves. I felt the world around me swirl. I closed my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks. I fell on the floor, my face buried in my hands. “Rama Rama” I cried.
“Sshh! you will wake them up” whispered Hanuman. I nodded looking at the sleeping guards and smiled at him, wiping off my tears and my fears.
“How is he?” I asked with a deep breath.
“He missed you” he replied with a soft smile. “Every night he cries in silence. All he thinks of is you. He has been on the search for months, refusing to give up. He will be devastated and furious when he will hear about the conditions you live in. I have been here for the past few days, waiting for the right moment.” He took a deep breath and continued “They torture you. They will suffer. Lord Rama will come to take you back and kill the adharmic Ravana. He will fight every rakshasa and save you. You are protected, Mata. Just a few more weeks.”
I nodded.
“And, he has sent you a token of love and hope.” He raised his arm and handed over a ring to me. My heart gave a great leap. It was our wedding ring. The gem shone brightly in the full moon night. It reminded me of our marriage and the love we shared. The moment when we were tied together. How far we had been pulled away from each other. How the world was conspiring against our bond. It will all be over soon. We will be together again. A few weeks. The ring instilled hope and strength within me.
“I’ll wait. Wait for the moment when Rama will kill the demon. I’ll wait for the moment to embrace him, and forget the world in his arms. I’ll wait” I said. Hanuman stepped ahead and touched my feet. I caressed his head and bestowed my blessings onto the messenger of Rama.
“Goodbye,” I whispered and saw the monkey fly away in the sky. I had heard stories of a monkey kingdom in the deep forests. I remember Mother speaking of the magical powers of these monkeys. Hanuman was one of them, a special one. I felt divinity when I touched him. Maybe he was the monkey I heard stories of, the son of the wind god the monkey who could fly. Who was blessed with eight siddhis, he could change his size and be as large as a mountain or as small as a pea. He was powerful and magical. I saw the monkey merge into the darkness of the night. I held the ring close to my heart and felt peace and hope after what felt like years. All the memories rushed, merging me into Rama, my love. The moment when I first met him, when I first touched him. The day of our marriage and the days I spent at Ayodhya. The day when Maa Kaikeyi asked for her boons from Pita Dashrath. And then all those beautiful memories in the forest that enchanted our minds and hearts. And then the day when Ravana kidnapped me. The pain, anger, and hopelessness rushed in my mind. Every moment when I was tortured by Ravana and his demons rushed. I clutched the ring tighter, dismissing the bitter memories.
In no time will my Rama come with his army and kill Ravana. He will rid the world of Adharma. We will be together soon. I’ll be in his arms, diving into his eyes. Just a few moments.
“Rama” I whispered and embraced all his memories.