Very late one day Rama, Lakshmana, and Sita decided that
they wanted to go for a walk. They had
ended up deciding that they wanted to go Vindhya Hills. Vindhya Hills is supposedly filled with hills
that are higher than mountains, trees that are filled with luscious fruit,
water bluer than the sea. Everyone talks
about how beautiful it is so Lakshmana, Sita, and Rama decide that they want to
go see what it looks like for themselves.
As they entered the forest they could not imagine what they
were seeing. The forest was not like
anything that they had seen before.
There were such beautiful flowers of each and every color that you could
think of. There were different kinds of
water flowers that floated on the water and glistened red, yellow, and blue hues. The fish, oh the beautiful colors of fish
that you could see sparkling through the clear blue water. The forest was as if you were in a perfect
dream of a beautiful paradise.
The animals were also another sight to see. There were all different kinds of cranes,
birds, huge green tortoises, beautiful white swans, and geese that were hot
pink.
All of a sudden Rama, Lakshmana, and Sita stop dead in their
tracks to the sound of beautiful music. The swans and the geese were humming
together in synchronization while the birds were chirping a beautiful sound
that you can only dream of. The music was such a perfect harmony that they
stopped for a second because they were in disbelief. They couldn’t imagine that the animals were
making such beautiful noises. As soon as
they were done with their harmony they began to applaud for the animals and
they were on their merry way.
As they were walking along the grass in the forest they
happened upon a little brown house. They
saw an old couple sitting by the house. It turned out that the house belonged
to Atri who was one of the seven oldest saints.
Atri was sitting next to his wife Anasuya. “Hello our names are Rama,
Lakshmana, and Sita. We came by and passed the beautiful lake on our way in and
were mesmerized.” Atri replied, That
beautiful lake you all passed is The Five-Apsarasa-Lake. My wife and I love to
sit by the lake and listen to all the beautiful music that comes from it. Come
inside our house and let us enjoy some more conversation.
Bibliography: Buck, William (1976). Ramayana: King Rama's Way.
Author’s Note: For this story I was really excited to read
about how many descriptive details there were in the Buck's story of the forest. This made it really
easy to expand and let my creativity flow.
In the original story Rama, Sita, and Lakshmana heard the sound and the beautiful music, but
they couldn’t see anyone or anything making the noise in the lake. In my retelling of Rama, Sita, and Lakshmana
I wanted to twist things up a bit and make it to where there had actually seen
who and where the beautiful sounds were coming from. I had a lot of fun with this story and liked
the way that Buck described the Five Apsarasa-Lake and the beautiful forest.


