Monday, The
Fifth of October
Dear Hubby has just invited me
to go on his hunting trip with him! We leave Thursday morning! Oh, we’ll have
so much fun out in the woods with all the cute little creatures! I just love
bunnies and deer and…bunnies. What else lives in the forest? Oh, well. With
Dasaratha there, I don’t have to worry about anything attacking me! What should
I bring with me?
Saturday,
The Tenth of October
We’ve made it to the forest. Finally.
It really took way too long to get here. Who knew it would be so far from
civilization. The people here look wild. I don’t feel comfortable around them.
I wonder why Dasaratha gives them so much respect. He’s the only real king
here!
Tuesday, The
Thirteenth of October
The forest is terribly boring! There
are so few things to do and even fewer people to talk to! The food isn’t that
great, either. I miss my chef! One exciting thing did happen tonight, though.
We were at the camp settling down for the night, talking around the fire when a
deer barked in the bushes nearby. Hubby burst out in laughter. I asked him what
was so funny, but he just said that it “would be lost in translation.” Why does
he think I wouldn’t get it? I’m not that thick! It hurts that he would keep
such a secret from me!
Anyway, it still made no sense to me how he could understand the deer. So
I asked him about it. Jatayu the Vulture King taught him, he said. He had to
agree that he would never translate anything for anyone or teach them how to
translate, otherwise he’d die. I can’t believe that he would actually die.
Nobody promises anything against their life!
So I asked him to teach me. He wouldn’t. I asked several times in various
tones, but he kept saying how he couldn’t or he would die.
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Wednesday,
The Fourteenth of October
Last night in bed I couldn’t
stop thinking of what that deer might have said. It upset me very much that
Dasaratha wouldn’t tell me that one little joke. If he can’t share his secrets
with me, why should I share my secrets with him? Why should I trust him? If we
can’t trust each other with our secrets, what’s the point of us being married?
I expressed these concerns with him and I could see him change his mind. He
seemed upset as he verbally agreed to tell me. “Tomorrow, first thing in the
morning, I’ll tell you.”
He left the tent before me and I
could hear him mumbling something as he left. I’m not sure what it was. I didn’t
care! He was about to reveal his secret to me!
Several minutes later, when I was
still getting ready, I heard Hubby call to me from outside. “I am prepared to
tell you now!” he said. I walked out of the tent to find a large fire outside,
as if for a funeral. Everyone except Dear Hubby was glaring at me as if I was
the one keeping secrets from my spouse.
Then a sheep and a rooster came up making a racket. Dasaratha’s face
changed. “No, Kaikeyi, I will not tell you. I’m sorry, but I cannot give up my
life to make you happy. What would become of my kingdom or my family? It is
simply not worth it.”
At that moment I realized just how close to death my husband had been. He
wasn’t lying when he said he would die if he told. Now I feel terrible for
nearly killing him for the sake of a secret he has no authority to tell.
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Author’s
Note: This story is inspired by William
Buck’s 1976 version of the Ramayana (pages 95 and 96). When I read this story I
thought to myself, “Wow. Kaikeyi is a really terrible person.” So I decided to
get into her mind a bit and kind of justify her terribleness.
