Ayan’s rule was upright, rival kings’ smited down but not when they remained mute. Nature gave the glorious hero unclouded happiness and many gems, one being Indumati. There is a saying, sorrow follows joy and true to it, one day after the loving pair happily plucked flowers and leaves and sauntered through their pleasant garden, they briefly rested under a tree. Suddenly there fell from the sky a heavenly wreath of flower, from the harp of the Divine Saint Narada on to Indumati’s breast. Elated short lived at the touch of the wreath, Indumati paled and fell only to be lifeless thereafter. Scared at the sight of Indumati’s demise, Ayan too swooned. Shocked followers screamed and cried, no less the Swans and Parrots too in air. Soon, mourned King raised up to lay her in his lap and wailed uncontrollably.
He was wailing ‘Indumati, what fate is this to kill your tender life with touch of a flower …Oh, my beloved, is this the kind of reward not for the sin, but for the love you and me spread amongst our folks ? How could you whom I loved the most, leave me forlorn pushing me to maimed life… why Me alone shall bear the grief? How shall your slender body bear the roughness of pyre, Fair spouse, wake up…wake up and melt down my gloom. As the King wailed uncontrollably, his loyal folks consoled him, removed the queen from his lap and helped him carry out due rites meant for demised, and the rites with the help of his folks he performed in all honesty. Ten days grief that followed the rites when melted, there came the few counsels (Pupils) of Sage Vashishta to bare all facts on Indumati to the King. They spoke “ Oh, pious King, Saint Vashishta sent us to brace your heart and to reveal the facts of this grief. Demised Indumati, Nymph celestial in heaven in previous birth, known then as Aruna committed a sin. At the behest of Lord Indira she disturbed the arduous penance of sage Trinabindu, whose penance if succeeded would have unfamed Indira, so imagined Lord Indira and therefore sent her to disturb the penance. Penance disturbed, sage Trinabindu cursed her. When trembled Aruna bowed before to saint to admit her folly, and revealed to him that the act of sin committed by her was forced upon her by none other than Lord Indira, the saint in wrath, Trinabindu, cooled down to soften the curse but said since it has come out of his mouth, it can not be swallowed back and so the Nymph shall have to face the boon to born on earth, win a bride thence to lead a happy life for an undisclosed period of time. She shall however be rid of the curse and regain her original status as Nymph and return to Heaven again when heavenly flowers from the harp of Divine Saint Narada fall on her breast.
The wise counsels from Sage Vashishta continued before departing ‘Mourn no longer King, and quit your grief since by destiny bondage of the Nymph with earthly soul has ended. Your spouse on earth in the form of Indumati has departed to regain her status. No matter how much you may wail and cry, the soul that has cast off the coils of senses shall not return back. Therefore Oh, King, let peace and sense prevail on you to continue to serve your folks in all fairness, worth your birth’. Thus command of their Master carried out, the counsels departed.
But the words of peace from the counsels to Ayan, relieved not the sorrow pierced deep inside agonized heart. After the birth of Dasaratha, in the next eight years only dreams could relieve grief struck Ayan. However Ayan unable to shed the grief in mind on account of Indumati’s demise, patiently waited till warrior son Dasaratha was crowned as his successor after he was well taught in all parts of Kingship. Once renounced the earthly pleasures of Kingdom, Ayan renounced food and drink too and on a fine day he went near river Sarayu and shed his body in the river.
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