"Pitashree, abhi nahi jaa sakte ?" Rameshwari asked following her father throughout the room as he was getting ready for the day.

"Mujhe pehle darbar jana hai aur fir praja ke samaksh swayam ko prastut bhi karna hai." Shri Ram said.

"Kintu Ashwa !" She said stomping her feet.

"Priya Ramey, sandhiya hone se poorv mai tumhe Ashwa dikhane le chalunga." Shri Ram said.

Rameshwari sighed with pout, Shri Ram looked at his daughter and chuckled.

"Tab tak tum akshar likhne ka abhyaas karlo." He said.

"Uchit hai." She said folding her hands and leaving the room.

Rameshwari began practicing to write alphabets of Sanskrit, and that too more than once, just to kill time.

After a while her pramukh sakhi Ulka came in to play with her but the mind of Ram-suta was still on horses that she was supposed to see today.

Rameshwari kept taping her feet on the ground. Every now and then she would look out from her room waiting for her father.

"Rajkumari, Maharaj aajayenge." Ulka said.

"Kintu kab ?" Rameshwari asked.

"Ab woh tab hi aayenge jab unhe ana ho. Tab tak aap Akshar likhne ka prayas kar le." Ulka said.

"Subah se chaar baar likh chuki hu sanskrit ke 46 akshar. Aur nahi likhna mujhe ! Mujhe ashwa dekhne hai !" Rameshwari whined.

Ulka chuckled as she grabbed the golden horse of Rameshwari and offered it to her.

"Yeh lijiye aapka Ashwa." Ulka said.

"Tumhe thitoli sujh rahi hai ? Mujhe vastavik ashwa dekhna hai. Bade Wale. Jo teevra gati se daudte hai." Rameshwari said.

Suddenly footsteps fell on her ears, hearing which the princess became elated. She went straight to the door and saw her father coming straight towards her room.

"Pitashree !" She happily ran towards him, as he picked her up in his arms.

"Kaisi ho Ramey ?" He asked with a smile.

"Pitashree maine aapki kitni pratiksha ki." She said.

"Accha ?" Shri Ram chuckled.

"Ha. Ab Ashwa nirikshan hetu chale ?" Rameshwari asked.

"Uchit hai." He said caressing her cheeks.

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The royal chariots were being rode on the well-paved roads which were regularly sprinkled with water and strewn with flowers, of the bustling city of Ayodhya.

People had gathered to see a glimpse of the their King Shri Ram, their princess Rameshwari, the crown prince Bharat and the princes Lakshman and Shatrughan.

The curious Rameshwari sitting on the right lap of her father, was observing the tall, multistorey edifices, huge arched gateways, gem-studded mansions, gardens and neatly-lined markets which adorned the town. There was no space that was left unutilised.

Soon the chariots rode on the royal highway, from where Rameshwari could see the farms which had plenty of grains.

They passed through some deep moats and weaponised fortifications surrounding the city that made access impossible for trespassers and insurmountable for enemies. The city stood true to its name, Ayodhya, that against which one cannot fight a war.

After some time the chariots halted in front of the stables. Entering there, the eyes of Rameshwari fell on the best breeds of horses from Kambhoj, Bahlik and Vanayu regions.

She was in complete awe seeing them, a wide smile was plastered on her faces, after seeing the splendor filled horses from a distance.

"Padhariye Maharaj." The caretaker of the stable greeted them.

"Ashwapal, kya Ashwa nirikshan hetu sajj hai ?" Shri Ram asked.

"Ji Maharaj. Kintu pehle, aap sab lambi yatra kar thak gaye honge. Kuch der mere ghar mei vishraam kare aur mere aatithya ko swikar kar mujhe dhanya kare." The Ashwpal said.

"Awashya." Shri Ram smiled.

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The description of Ayodhya in Ramayan is just ✨✨✨

It's said that the city of established by Manu but by the time of Dashrath the city was a megapolis ✨✨

Ram-Rajya ka aur bhi description aayega aage book mei 🌝✨

And here's a comparison of Ayodhya with some of today's great cities.