Thinking of Rama and Sita entering the forest, Kaushalya cried out in pain. How would they survive? Exactly at a time when they should have enjoyed the luxuries of life, they were banished and made to live like ascetics. When again would she see them? Surely in some past life she had committed some grievous sin. For that reason she now suffered such terrible pain. She lamented loudly, “O Rama! O Lakshmana! O Sita! Where are you now? The fire of my grief tortures me today as the blazing sun scorches the earth in summer!”
