It was a dark day. The clouds were dark and implied an impending storm. On the earth, the trees and plants were gloomy as it had been days since they had seen the light of the sun. The week had taken such a turn as the week prior, the sun peeked out from behind the light and fluffy clouds. The roses and neem trees looked healthy and bright. There was quite a difference between the two weeks. The little bird that usually chirped when the sun was out sat quietly on the branch and watched down on the little girl playing on the grass beneath. This little girl's name was Madhu.
Madhu lived with her parents and siblings in Mithila, King Janaka's kingdom. She had heard that there were people traveling through the town and that they would be at the royal court the next day to visit King Janaka. The whole kingdom was invited as the guests were rumored to be special. Madhu also knew that the King wanted to get his daughter, Sita, married. However, there was a stipulation: King Janaka had a bow that once belonged to Lord Shiva. He said that the person that could pick up the bow and then string it would be considered as suitable for Sita. Madhu had an inkling that one of these guests would be Sita's future husband.
When the day arrived for the citizens of the kingdom to go to the palace, Madhu was ecstatic. She would finally get to see and hear what the buzz for the last week had been about. When she walked in through the gates and saw the guests being brought in to see King Janaka, she felt the room immediately brighten up. The King introduced the guests as Rama, Lakshmana, and Vishwamitra. King Janaka requested that Shiva's bow be brought out in hopes that Rama would be able to string it. The anxiety in the room was building as the royal attendees brought out Shiva's bow. Some of the citizens closed their eyes, some clasped their hands in prayer, and others silently watched in hope.
With much ease, Rama lifted the bow, strung it, and then a loud CRACK struck through the room. The bow broke into two pieces and the room went silent. When everyone realized what had just happened, the room erupted in applause and joy. Outside, the skies cleared and the sun started shining again. The little bird began chirping once more and Madhu was overjoyed with happiness.
Author's Note: This section of the Ramayana is always told from the perspective of Rama or Sita so I thought to add a little spin to it. From a complete outsider's perspective. I used the way Sita felt after she saw Rama as inspiration for the feeling of utter gloom at the beginning of the story and the rest just flowed.
Bibliography:
R.K. Narayan, Ramayana, Reading Guide