Living in the forest wasn’t what I’d planned for myself or my babies. But then, had I planned that Ram should come into my life like a tidal wave and sweep me away? Had I planned to be banished to the forest on the eve of our coronation, to be abducted, or even rescued? Had I planned on the rumours upon our return, or Ram’s harsh decision? All these had happened without my choice, but I’d survived them. Wasn’t that all we could do as imperfect human beings?
