Once upon a time in the history of a state ayodya ruled by then king Dasrath who was by nature fond of hunting, while he was on way for hunting there had been a miscalculation in identifying the animal to make a target and a hermit got stuck with the arrow meant for an animal.
That boy was on way to have water for his parents who were blind by birth and he was taking them on to pilgrimage. In the midway he went on get water, while filling a pitcher for the use of his blind and aged parents an arrow from king dasrath crosses his heart by mistake. The king was expert in hunting but fate never let cross any one on the subject of life.
The hermit did not mind his own death; but he was worried for his helpless parents, who wholly dependant on him. King carries the water along with and narrates the story which makes them fatal even painful more than the death.
Though king offered many services to them but they denied any thing from the killer of their great and only son. They in deep pain curse on to kind the way now they die in memory of their son the same way king has to follow the rout at conclusion of his life. It was so hard but fate rules the life on the bases what one saws the same has to reap but with a time gap. And the time reaches at the king and knocks the door of great king Dasrath and makes him remind about the cause at his end.
Those who decorate their profile with truth and fairness, life make them to reach at the junction of realization at itself. It was his love which was more than any passion on the planet toward his great son lord Rama. While his son went on exile king left apart his virtues to meet the pace of his love.
May god bless all on the subject of true life as human.
Thanks please.
