Rama's search was futile. Pathetically crying he said, "Are you hiding Sita? Is this a joke? Without you I will die and go to heaven where I shall be accosted by Dasaratha, who will surely ask me, 'How can you be here without fulfilling your vows and before the end of your exile? You are willful, lax, irresolute and untruthful!' Save me Janaki, come back!" Bewildered, Rama was bogged down in misery like an elephant trapped in marshland! Lakshmana said, "Be brave Rama, let us look for Sita, she may perhaps be at the lotus pond or near the river. She may even be hiding from us in sport! These hills are famed for their many caves, which provide shelter." As the search continued, anxiety mounted and uncertainty loomed large. There was no knowing where Sita was, whispering winds, gushing streams, lofty mountains, cooing birds and growling beasts kept their secret and divulged no information. Rama, who provided succour to all, was helpless.Tired in body and mind he was ready to collapse. Sita's tragic fate had impelled her to ignore Lakshmana's warning, Rama's suffering was perhaps destined as he himself had confessed and Lakshmana could not bear to watch his brother who was inconsolable.