In she entered like a frightened doe, her face and eyes lowered, her mind fighting hard to gain that courage to steal a glance for a moment, a trice a fraction of a second, to see him just for the sake of calming herself. Though she was convinced very much that here was the person who invaded her heart, the poor girl needed to assure herself. It was difficult for her move her head an inch above, while Rama was floating in the air of having at last found the nectar of his life. Even as she fell at the feet of Dasaratha and other elders, the people around, with tears welling up their eyes and their hands joining over their heads involuntarily, worshipped her.
After paying her obeisance to the elders, she reached the seat by the side of Janaka.
'kaNgaL pani sOrum thaadhai.' Janaka, whose eyes were full of tears. Tears of joy.
'thaadhai arugu itta thavisil thani irundhaaL.' She took her seat by the side of Janaka. Her mind is running riots. Finally, she made up her mind. Her fingers were playing with her bangles.
'ey vaLai vil Etradhum iruthadhum uraiththum,' Even though many had told her of the way he picked the bow up and broke it into two,
'mei viLaivu idaththu mudhal ayyam vidal utraaL' her heart was troubling her with the question, the doubt, again and again. And that doubt vanished from her mind at once.
'ayyanai agaththu vadivE ala, puraththum,' She saw her Lord, whose image her mind was filled up with. She saw his image both within and without.
But the very symbol of modesty, very peak of femininity, the very personification of flawless and immaculate qualities, how could she have looked at him at all! The Poet puts it very beautifully.
'kai vaLai thiruthubu kadaik kaNNin nOkki.' Her head was bent low. Her fingers were playing with her bangles. She raised one arm slightly up and the fingers of the other arm moved over the bangles as if to arrange them. Her head remained lowered. Her eyes moved up along with the bangles on the hand that rose a little up. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, while it appeared as if she was arranging her bangles. Her eyes twinkled. Her face lit up with the joy that filled her heart. 'Yes. This is he! This was the boy! I found him at last!' her heart soared high up in the sky.
The beauty of the scene lies in the fact that both Rama and Sita are in the same plane of mind one sees the other. 'So, you do exist' was his first reaction though within his mind. 'You are not a dream. You are not just an illusion that mind wafted into in the
tranquility of an evening. You ARE real!'
And her feminine feelings, though similar to that of her Lord's, varied a bit from his in that modesty demanded her to be true to her mind. That demand was on Rama as well, no doubt and Rama's impeccable character would not have allowed him to go other way. But the feelings of Sita - as a woman - are something more special; something more beautiful; something more golden to be treasured.
The only other person who knew what transpired between these two loving hearts smiled to himself. Viswamitra. He must have noticed that the divine couple had known each other the day that preceded Rama's breaking the bow. He was the only other person who could have understood that! The only other witness to the incident was Lakshmana. He could not in the first instance have noticed what had happened and Rama did not share his secret with him! More over, he must have forgotten his brother at least for a day - or perhaps less than that - with the thoughts of his
Urmila.
In she entered like a frightened doe, her face and eyes lowered, her mind fighting hard to gain that courage to steal a glance for a moment, a trice a fraction of a second, to see him just for the sake of calming herself. Though she was convinced very much that here was the person who invaded her heart, the poor girl needed to assure herself. It was difficult for her move her head an inch above, while Rama was floating in the air of having at last found the nectar of his life. Even as she fell at the feet of Dasaratha and other elders, the people around, with tears welling up their eyes and their hands joining over their heads involuntarily, worshipped her. 
The beauty of the scene lies in the fact that both Rama and Sita are in the same plane of mind one sees the other. 'So, you do exist' was his first reaction though within his mind. 'You are not a dream. You are not just an illusion that mind wafted into in the
tranquility of an evening. You ARE real!' 
