In plain words
We must live the closeness they showed, rejoice in it, and give it on to others. The Rāmāyaṇa is not merely a story. It explains the inner meaning of the principle of the Ātma. We must recognise it well and live by it. The Rāmāyaṇa cannot be compared with other books. Its power cannot be described as ‘like this’ or ‘like that’. But because each person has gone on telling and singing it in his own way, the Rāmāyaṇa has grown in the world in so many forms.
Lakṣmaṇa's wife Ūrmilā was a great painter. She sat in her room painting the scene of Śrī Rāma's coronation beautifully in colours. She did not yet know that Rāma's coronation had been called off and that Sītā, Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa were going to live in the forest. Just then Lakṣmaṇa came in a hurry and called rather loudly, ‘Ūrmilā!’ She started up with a jolt. By accident all the paint beside her spilled over the picture she had drawn. “Alas, I have spoilt this picture!” she said in distress. Then Lakṣmaṇa: “Ūrmilā! Do not grieve. Kaikeyī has spoilt Śrī Rāma's coronation. Your husband has spoilt the coronation picture you drew,” he said. He explained to her what had happened and told her he was going to the forest to serve Rāma. She did not grieve in the least; she joyfully saw her husband off. For the fourteen years Rāma was in the forest, his brothers and their wives thought of Rāma without ceasing. Even when the news came that Lakṣmaṇa had fallen senseless in the battle, Sumitrā did not grieve. “He is in Rāma's service, so no harm of any kind can come to him”: so she stayed brave.
Embodiments of Prema! Within a few more years, not a long time either, in a very short time, the whole world will turn into the story of the Rāmāyaṇa. Today we think there are so many castes, so many religions, so many races, but within some time there can come to be only one race, only one religion.