Apart from the fact whether Lakshmana was aware of the 'exchange of glances and falling in love' of the two or not, the Poet is silent on that. More over, as we have mentioned earlier, Rama for the only time forever in the epic, did not share the strange kind of feeling that filled his heart. But it cannot be said that sage Viswamitra could not have noticed that magical moment. And now, he is witness to another exchange of glances, ensconced to the eyes of all the others.
'achchu ena ninaitha mudhal andhaNan
ninaiththaan.' Viswamitra thought that this (Sita) must have been the first mould that Brahma had for a model to create what is known as beauty in this earth. And he looked in the direction of Sri Rama and (smiled to himself) and thought.
'pachchai malai oththa padivaththu adal iraaman,' This valiant Rama, who resembles the great 'green mountain'
'nachchudai vadikkaN malar nangai ivaL endraal,' if it was for the sake of this girl, whose eyes are tinged in poison (of love that would eat into the soul)
'ich chilai kidakka,' let alone this bow of Shiva,
'malai Ezhayum iraanO!' would he not break the mountains seven!
'I know Rama, I know. If you were asked to break even the tallest of the celebrated mountains seven, you doubtless would have done that in no time. Don't I know that you are in love!' The clue lies in the phrase
'nachchu udai vadik kaN.' Her eyes are made of hemlock! Your soul went for her in that first glimpse that lasted an aeon that day, and is dipped in hers. You would have done anything at that moment! You were simply asked to string the bow and shoot an arrow with it. You broke it into two, instead! I think if Janaka told you to break the Himalayas and other mountains, you would have done so, for you are powered by the love of this girl!
That is the excellent drama, a magnificent dream, a beautiful story of love that Kamban wove for us, moving away from the steps of Valmiki. If he can't take liberties with his Lord, whom else can he to take! How lovely is the picture and how subtly soulful is the drama!
And thus the wedding, the most memorable, the most cherished of all weddings took place the next day. Marriages may be made in heaven. But this marriage came down from heaven. The divine picture that the Poets have drawn cannot be retold in any other manner that can even approach them anywhere even remotely. They have to be read and imbibed for a vision of that wonder. It was the marriage of king of kings, after all! It has to be that grand!
Siradhwaja - Janaka - must have been the happiest of them all. He could not think of sending the other three brothers back without giving his daughter Urmila and the daughters of his brother Kusadhwaja, to them. "King Janaka, filled with rapture, said (to Lakshmana) 'Lakshmana, come along; may good betide you! Accept Urmila (being) given away by me. Take her hand (in your own), let there be no loss of time.' Having requested him (Lakshmana) thus, Janaka spoke to Bharata too (as follows): - 'Clasp the hand of Mandavi with your O Scion of Raghu!' The pious king of Mithila further said to Satrughna. 'Take in your hand O mighty-armed prince, the hand of Srutakirti. You are all gentle and have all duly observed sacred vows (of celibacy etc.) Let yourselves be married O scions of Kakutstha! Let there be no delay." (Valmiki Ramayana, Bala Kanda, Canto LXXIII, Sloka 29-34)
It was the wedding of all the four brothers. And yet the event is known by only one name. Sita Kalyanam. She is so endeared to the hearts of all that though Kamban calls it
'kadi maNap padalam,' The Canto of Marriage, people call the occasion by her name. Sita Kalyanam. A tribute to the ruler of the boudoir, and the bulwark of purity indeed!
Apart from the fact whether Lakshmana was aware of the 'exchange of glances and falling in love' of the two or not, the Poet is silent on that. More over, as we have mentioned earlier, Rama for the only time forever in the epic, did not share the strange kind of feeling that filled his heart. But it cannot be said that sage Viswamitra could not have noticed that magical moment. And now, he is witness to another exchange of glances, ensconced to the eyes of all the others.
And thus the wedding, the most memorable, the most cherished of all weddings took place the next day. Marriages may be made in heaven. But this marriage came down from heaven. The divine picture that the Poets have drawn cannot be retold in any other manner that can even approach them anywhere even remotely. They have to be read and imbibed for a vision of that wonder. It was the marriage of king of kings, after all! It has to be that grand!
It was the wedding of all the four brothers. And yet the event is known by only one name. Sita Kalyanam. She is so endeared to the hearts of all that though Kamban calls it
'kadi maNap padalam,' The Canto of Marriage, people call the occasion by her name. Sita Kalyanam. A tribute to the ruler of the boudoir, and the bulwark of purity indeed! 
