Rama Comforts Lakshmana About Sita

Lakshmana's face was contorted with fury and pain. "Brother, how can you stand there so calmly? Sita has been taken! We should have killed that demon the moment he appeared. I want to destroy this entire forest, burn Lanka to ashes, annihilate everyone who stands between us and her!"

Rama placed a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Lakshmana, do you think my heart does not cry out as yours does? Sita is my very breath, my life's purpose. The pain I feel could consume worlds."

"Then why do you not act? Why do you not rage?"

Rama's voice was steady despite his grief. "Because rage without wisdom leads to destruction without purpose. Listen to me, brother. I will find Sita. I will bring her back. And whoever has taken her will face consequences beyond their imagination. But I will not let anger blind me to the path we must walk."

Lakshmana's fury wavered. "How can you think clearly when your wife has been stolen? When we failed to protect her?"

"You ask how I think clearly? I do not. My mind is a storm of a thousand sorrows. But I have learned this truth: the moment crisis strikes is precisely when we must breathe, observe, and act with precision. If I let grief control me now, I become useless to Sita. My pain serves no one if it paralyzes me."

"But the injustice of it! She was innocent, harming no one..."

Rama nodded slowly. "Injustice does not disappear because we rage against it. Our task is not to shake our fists at fate but to change fate through righteous action. Whoever took Sita has made an enemy he cannot comprehend. But my response will be calculated, Lakshmana. It will be devastating precisely because it will be controlled."

Lakshmana sat down heavily. "I feel so helpless. The anger is the only thing keeping me from falling apart."

"Then let me hold you together, as you have held me so many times. Anger has its place - it gives us energy to act when despair would paralyze. But unchecked, it burns the one who holds it. Channel your fire, brother. Let it become fuel for the long journey ahead, not a blaze that consumes your judgment."

"How do you know we will find her?"

Rama looked toward the south with eyes that saw beyond the horizon. "Because I will not rest until I do. Because dharma demands it. Because love does not accept impossibility. We will find allies, we will build an army, we will cross oceans if necessary. Sita will know that we never stopped searching, never stopped believing, never stopped coming for her."

Lakshmana wiped his eyes. "What would you have me do?"

"Stay with me. Be my strength as I am yours. Let your anger become patient determination. And when the time comes for battle - and it will come - you will fight with the fury of righteousness, not the blindness of rage. That is how we honor Sita. That is how we bring her home."

The two brothers stood together, their grief shared, their resolve united. The forest that had witnessed their tragedy would now witness their transformation from victims into warriors of dharma.