how difficult it was to know, in this world filled with grey shades, what was right and what was wrong. Ram had thought, in telling me to leave him and go away, that he was doing his duty as the future king of Ayodhya. Were Kaikeyi’s actions, which sprang from love for her son and her desire to secure the kingdom for him, that much worse? She hadn’t hurt me any more than Ram had. If I could forgive him, could I not forgive her?
