Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Storytelling for Week 7: The Statue of Sita

Rama’s life was never the same when Sita returned to her mother, the earth. He missed her dearly each and every day, but he knew why she did what she did.

Rama made up for his loss the best he could. He kept a golden statue of Sita next to him at all times, to fill the palace rooms with her presence that he so greatly missed. He had been ruling for a thousand years without the real Sita by his side. Each and every year became harder and harder for him. Rama knew he would not see his love again until he left one world and moved on to the next, so that’s what he would do.

Before they moved on to Heaven Rama traveled to Sita’s favorite spot by the Ganges where she liked to relax in the beautiful green grasses and listen to the wind blow gently through the trees. On his trip he carried the golden statue of Sita, which sat delicately beside him on the chariot Pushpaka.

When he arrived at the Ganges Rama felt an overwhelming sadness about leaving his beloved Sita there, but knew that he would soon be reunited with her in heaven. Rama lifted his golden Sita from the chariot and set her in a beautiful field of grass, right next to her favorite tree.

(Golden Statue of Sita. Source: Wikipedia)

Rama and many of his followers passed on from Earth to their final resting spot in Heaven.

For years Sita’s statue sat undisturbed by the river. Grass and vines slowly crawled up the statue. The once beautiful golden statue was now green from years of no one taking care of it. Sita’s eyes were the only things that had not been encompassed by the wildlife surrounding her. It was as if they were left open so she could see the beauty surrounding her.

Many more years passed before anyone passed by Sita’s final resting place. Kusa and Lava were walking by the river when they noticed a weird shaped bush. They were startled when they walked up and realized it was the golden statue of their mother, they had been looking for it for many years now. They each had a sense of peace in their hearts when they saw the statue. They knew their mother was happy in Heaven with their father.


Little did they know but Hanuman had visited the statue of Sita from the day it was left there. He stood over her and protected her from all the harm that could come to her. Hanuman would always love Rama and Sita and this was his way of showing that love.

Author’s Note:

This is about the golden statue of Sita that Rama carried around after he lost Sita twice. He brought it with him wherever he went to remind himself of Sita. In the original story when Rama leaves to go to Heaven we do not hear about what happens to the statue, so this story is about what would have happened to that statue after Rama left.

Since we did not know what happened to the statue I created this story to look at what would have happened to the statue once everyone left. I based this off of the fact that Sita loved the spot near the Ganges; it was where she went when she was pregnant. I thought it would have been a good spot for the statue to eternally have a rest.

Bibliography:

  • Buck, William (1976). Ramayana: King Rama's Way. 

2 comments:

  1. I love your take on this story! Ironically I wrote a similar story, regarding the golden statue, but I felt inclined to describe Rama's loss again which made my story a little longer. I really enjoyed how your story was straight to the point, and how this made the focus on the statue much more significant. I really enjoyed your version of this tale, great job this week!

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  2. Sarah,

    this was a nice little story about the loss of love. You portrayed Rama's sadness in a way that wasn't too over dramatic, which can often be the case for a lot of people. He seems to have felt remorse here, although sometimes I was not so sure that he felt that way for his wife's death. You spun him in a nicer light than I probably would have! I don't remember reading this part of the story so it was nice to be a little summary of it in your author's note.

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