Unaware of Trijata's dream and of her counsel to the rakshasa women, Sita still sorrowed and trembled with fear. Thinking of Ravana's threats she wept like a child saying, "Death obviously declines to claim anyone before their time. If not why do I continue living, inspite of my endless misery? Even my heart betrays me, for it refuses to shatter and end my torment. If Rama does not reach Lanka soon, Ravana, the bane of his beholders will carry out his threat. Just as a barber cuts up a dead infant, to remove it from the womb of its mother, so will Ravana sever me into little pieces. Lamenting her fate Sita wondered if Rama and Lakshmana too had perhaps perished at the hands of the demon masquerading as the magical deer. She felt that death himself had enticed her in the form of the deer. 'Of what use are my chastity, my austerity and my adherence to righteousness if I cannot see Rama.Hoping to see Rama, I lived and endured this life of turmoil. If only I had died the day Ravana abducted me, I would have been spared so much of agony. Rama, will you after fulfilling your father's wishes, return home to forget me and revel with the wide eyed maidens of Ayodhya? As for me liberation, even by death is denied, for there are none here to give me either poison or weapon. Perhaps I can use my braided hair to hang myself.' Even as Sita grieved there appeared many auspicious omens that revived her failing courage and hope.