In a world drowning in noise, where truth is traded for convenience, and promises vanish faster than they are spoken, a man still walks away from everything he could have held. Not because he had no choice, but because doing what is right meant more than holding on to what was his.
That man... is Rama. Not a distant god lost to time, but the quiet voice inside the one who chooses honor over comfort, who gives up what he wants, to protect what he believes. And beside him walks Sita. Not behind, not beneath, but beside. Not because she was asked, but because real love chooses the path of pain, too, when it knows the soul it walks with.
Her love doesn't plead. It doesn't prove. It simply stays. But even today, she is questioned. Her silence mistaken for weakness. Her dignity mistaken for pride. She is still asked to prove herself to those who don't deserve the truth she carries. And when she chooses to walk away, it is not surrender. It is sovereignty. A final act of strength in a world that never saw her clearly.
Ravana is not a demon lost to legend. He is here. He is the pride that cannot hear "no". The hunger that confuses passion with love. The voice that says, "I deserve it," even when it never belonged to him.
And still, in the middle of the noise, someone shows up, without being asked. Not for reward. Not for glory. Only for devotion. That is Hanuman, the soul that bends heavens and earth out of love that does not ask, only gives.
Lakshmana lives, too in the ones who walk with you into the dark, who expect no thanks, but never leave your side.
This is not mythology. This is not a tale for another time. This... is us. The battles look different now, but we still fight them. In quiet rooms. In crowded hearts. In restless minds.
We still stand where Rama stood, between desire and duty. We still ache like Sita, when trust is taken from us. We still fall like Ravana, when ego becomes louder than reason. And we still rise like Hanuman, when love becomes more powerful than fear.
The Ramayana was never about gods. It was always about being human and choosing again and again, to live with truth, to hold onto grace, to carry pain with dignity, even when it would be so much easier not to.