
Chapter 7
The pearl necklace
He broke the pearls one by one and threw them down, and the whole assembly laughed at him
A necklace that passed through three hands
The war was over. Ravana was dead. They had returned to Ayodhya and the coronation had been held.
Now came the day when whoever had done something was to be honoured for it. The hall was full — vanaras, rakshasas, ministers, people of the city. The crowd stood out beyond the doors.
Vibhishana set a necklace in front of Rama — from the treasury of Lanka, of pearls. Large, white, all alike, without a single flaw. The kind of pearls the sea takes years to make.
Rama touched it and passed it to Sita.
Sita put it round her neck.
And then she took it off
Everyone in the hall received something — gold, or land, or a post.
Then Sita took that same necklace from her neck.
The whole hall was watching to see whose it would be.
She held it out to Hanuman.
Hanuman took it in both hands, bowed his head, and moved aside and sat down.
One pearl at a time
He kept looking at the necklace. For a long time — long enough that the people sitting near him began to watch him.
Then he took one pearl between his fingers, broke it with his teeth, looked inside — and dropped it.
The pearl fell on the stone floor and rolled away. The sound of it was clear across the hall.
Then a second. Then a third.
Now everyone was watching in silence. Hanuman's face was unchanged — no hurry, no anger, only a man looking for something and not finding it.
He went on breaking them until broken pearls were scattered over the floor.
The assembly laughed
One person's laugh escaped first. Then two or three more.
"What does a monkey know about the worth of a pearl," somebody said from the back, and more laughter came on top of it.
"What are you doing?" somebody finally asked. "The mother has given you the necklace from her own neck, and you are breaking it and throwing it away?"
Hanuman lifted his head. There was no shame on his face at all.
"I am looking in each pearl to see whether Rama is inside it," he said. "He is not. Then what use is it to me? Anything without Rama in it is a stone to me."
There was a moment's silence. Then the hall laughed louder than before.
"So is he inside you, then?" somebody jeered.
The chest
Hanuman stood up.
He gave no answer, made no defence, did not even look at anyone.
He simply put both hands to his chest and tore it open.
The laughter stopped in an instant.
Inside, in his heart, Rama and Sita were seen sitting.
After that nobody said anything
Nobody in the hall spoke. The ones who had been laughing lowered their eyes.
Sita's eyes filled.
Rama rose from the throne, came down, and stood beside Hanuman.
And Hanuman stood there — uncomfortable, because now everyone was looking at him.
He had not done it to show anything. He had been asked a question, and this was the only answer he had.
Note: This chapter is entirely from later tradition — the pearl necklace, the broken pearls and the opened chest are not found in the Valmiki Ramayana. And one thing here is left open, which this gatha has not hidden: the source of the story is not settled either. Some sources connect it to the fifteenth-century Bengali Krittivasa Ramayana, some to the tradition of Tulsidas — but no firm location was found for it inside the Ramcharitmanas or in any old Sanskrit text. So no single claim has been settled as right here. The story is real; its address is uncertain.
Source: from several texts, The pearl necklace