Lakshmana chooses to stay by Rama's side during his banishment from Ayodhya. After diligent consideration, Rama decides that Sita is able to go with them. However, Laksmana's wife, Urmila, was instructed to stay in the Kingdom and take care of the in-laws. He reasons with his new wife that he does not want anything to happen to her for he would be too busy taking care of Rama and Sita. Upset, Urmila goes back to her chambers to vent....
Day One: A Day of Unrest
I
have only been married for a blink of an eye before my dear husband, Lakshmana,
has been taken away from me. Oh my, oh my. Such trouble that Manthara and
Keikeyi have been. If it had not been for those wretched women, Rama would be
the Maharaja and my beloved would be sleeping beside me. Instead, I am restless
with our unborn child inside of me. The only solace I have now is not letting
this time apart go in vain. I will start this journal as a way to keep the
memory of Lakshmana, at least until he comes back home. This not only benefits myself, but our
unborn child as well.
Month Two: Haywire Hormones
I
have been eating EVERYTHING. My mother says that it is because of the pregnancy
but I feel as though I have been eating my feelings. I feel terrible that my
husband will miss out on his first-born’s birth. His childhood? Could it be
possible that he will grow into adulthood without ever setting eyes on his own
father? My heart is heavy with all of these unanswered questions.
Month Seven: An Idea
I
want to help out my husband as much as I can sitting in this dreadful palace.
Oh, how I wish he took me with him on his journey! However, my wifely duties
will not go unattended just because he is not here in the physical sense. I
went to Nidra, the goddess of sleep, to ask to take away Lakshmana’s need for
sleep. I have devised a plan to sleep sixteen hours a day: eight for me
and eight for my husband. She agreed and I am delighted.
Month Eight, Day Eleven: Happy Birthday, Angada!
The
time has come and Angada has been born. I only slept for seven hours so I hope
my dear Lakshmana does not feel fatigued. I have been in labor for many hours
and the wet nurse and my mother have agreed to help me take care of my son.
Don't worry, my love, I will not have any trouble sleeping tonight.
Year Two, Month Nine, Day Seventeen: Visions
I
have been watching my dear son grow up without his father for nearly three
years now. His father has missed his first steps, his first words, his first
everything at this age. My heart aches for my dear child but he will grow up
knowing that his father is only doing his duty. I sometimes have dreams about
Lakshmana’s journey. I feel as though it is the gods telling me that he is
alright. My stomach aches in yearning for this is the only time I get to see
his handsome face.
Year Four, Month Eleven,
Day Seventeen:
These
visions are a blessings and a curse. I had such a strong one tonight about a
woman, no-a Rakshasha, trying to seduce my husband. Of course, he denied her.
That, I was not worried about. I was more worried about the attack she unleashed on
him. Luckily, Lakshmana came out unscathed but I could not help but get sick with worry.
Year Six, Month Four, Day
Thirty:
I
much prefer being asleep than awake. From my window I see the grade school children acting upon young love or the older couples who still
clasp hand in hand walking the streets of Ayodhya. Don’t ever take love for
granted.
Year Eight, Month One, Day One: Sita in Peril
I
had a dream that my poor sister Sita is in trouble. I hope she is O.K. I keep seeing her with a demon with nine heads. Oh Sita, she always needs saving. So vividly do I remember asking to join
Lakshmana and being bitter about him refusing me. At the time, my pregnant self so selfishly believed he preferred to leave me. It is now I realize the dangers of the forests. Words do not describe how thankful I am for my husband's refusal. I truly believe that he was looking out for his family. I have been sleeping for longer periods of time for I am sure Lakshmana will need it.
Year Ten, Month Six, Say
Five:
Very
rarely do I have visions of my husband anymore. The last few months have been nothing
but my sister’s face. Such sorrow I feel for her. How hard it must be to not only be enslaved but
to be away from the love of your life. I know all too well about your infinite
sadness, my dear Sita.
Year 13, Month Eleven, Day Twenty Nine:
I
woke up in a jolt. There seems to be much excitement on the streets today.
Could it be….? He is! He is here! He is back! I am so happy!
Author's Note:
I
wanted to do a story on Lakshmana's wife for I wondered what happened to her
during Ramayana Reading Diary A. It sort of irked me that the pair who just recently
found each other had to spend so many years apart. Legend has it that Urmila
asked the goddess of sleep to sleep for her husband so he could stay awake during
his journey with Rama and be the best dauntless protector he could be. On Wikipedia, it said that Urmila
had two sons with Lakshmana. I thought it would be interesting to make it so
she was pregnant with his firstborn before he left. I also thought it would
be fun to add her little visions of Rama, Lakshmana, and Sita for it would be
kind of boring if all she did was actually sleep. I also wanted to incorporate
it to kind of justify that being told to stay back in Ayodhya was the right
choice and she had a purpose. For Lakshmana to have to choose his pregnant wife
or his brother during a fight in the forest would have been very stressful for
him and in the end, she understood that. I wanted to do a journal style story
because I have never done one before.
Here are a few more links on Urmila: