Week 5 Story: The Conversation

"So that's it, then?"

"Yeah."

"Let me get this clear, so that I can curse you properly before I die. You're dumping me after I was just proven pure by the gods, banishing me and our unborn twin children to the forest, and by all counts, leaving us to die. That's what you're doing."

"It is the only logical course of action, Sita."

"Alright, Spock. Logical how?"

"You are the only one who has ever made be behave illogically, Sita. Chasing Maricha as the golden deer; leading an army agains Ravana when you could have returned safely with Hanuman; these are just two examples of how you make me behave against my perfect nature."

"I don't make you behave any way. You're a big boy, Rama. And Hanuman should have waited up. He had too much fun razing the city, and he forgot to come back for me."

"It was all for my glorification, Sita."

"Tell that to the thousands of dead."

"They can't hear me any more, Sita."

"Yeah? One of them might be reincarnated as that plant next to you. How about that for logic?"

"That is rude, Sita."

"So is banishing me, asshole."

"That is more rude, Sita. Stop this illogicality."

"You're making me want to leave the more I keep talking to you."

"You just can't handle my perfection, Sita. Maybe Ravana was a more suited, imperfect partner."

"That, right there, that's rude."

"Roasted. One more for the road, Sita."

"You got me. You' really did. I've also got one more thing to say before I leave."

"Yes, Sita?"

"The only thing perfect about you is your imbecility. That I am going to the forest to worship you and beg for your forgiveness for years and years is an insult to my character. Whoever wrote this didn't give me enough credit."

"Whatever you say, Sita."

"Say my name one more time. Do it. Patronize me to death and you won't even have to bother banishing me."

"Whatever you say, Sita."

At this point in the conversation, Sita proceeded to insult Rama with such startling, graphic language that Rama viscerally felt each twisting, slicing, chopping, ripping implication. Rama, splayed on the floor by the force of her anger, murmured helplessly against Sita's verbal onslaught until he died of shame. Not that he acknowledged the shame. But it killed him all the same.

"Good riddance," said Sita. "Told ya that you wouldn't have to bother." Though she wondered where the odd word 'Spock' had come from, for Spock was only an unimagined speck in the void of the future which stretched out ceaselessly in front of Sita, wonderfully Rama-less.

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Poor Sita. She didn't have to take Rama's crap. Source.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this story as a rewriting of the part of Sita Sings the Blues in which Sita is banished by Rama upon their return to Ayodhya because his reputation is slandered because some of his subjects do not respect that he took Sita back after she had been captured and kept against her will by Ravana, since she had 'lived in his house' and therefore must have succumbed to his desires to have sex with her. Even though Sita had passed a trial by fire and had been backed up by many of the gods who defended her virtue, Rama still seems to have doubts about her purity. I find that this is incredibly unfair, to subject Sita to such scrutiny and then banish her (basically without reason) after she had undergone such a terrible ordeal at the hands of Ravana. I wrote this as a way to give Sita more of a voice in her destiny, and her killing Rama though insults at the end was just a satisfying way to conclude the story for me.

Bibliography: Nina Paley's film, Sita Sings the Blues