As commanded by Bharata hordes of people moved towards Dandakaranya to meet Rama. Men skilled in clearing jungles led that mass of humanity, which resembled a heaving, blustering sea at full moon.Ahead of them went those adepts at filling ditches, bridging rivers and digging wells. Cooks, basket weavers, boat makers, sculptors and innumerable skilled and unskilled laborers, along with their masters, marched on.Everyone was involved in his or her allotted duties. Every work was done with devotion and joy by all in their longing to reach Rama, for it was a labor of love.

Some chopped trees and some transplanted them. Some raised the ground while others leveled it. Paths and roads created were hardened with lime and mortar. Resorts for the weary travelers sprung over night, which were surrounded by natural and man made lakes and pools. Lush trees bearing fruit and flowers were host to myriad birds. The camping grounds of the royals and those temporary mansions for Bharata and the other dignitaries were gorgeous like carefully crafted jewels. Abodes were surrounded and adorned with gold and silver with pennants of many a color fluttered gaily over them.

The pathway dotted with temples added sanctity to an ambiance, so glorious that they were fit for the gods to tread upon. Magnificent roads appeared like magic. On them traveled the endless sea of humanity. Soon they arrived on the banks of one of the most beautiful rivers on the face of the earth. Its crystalline waters bubbling, gushing and spraying mist coursed through hills, valleys and dales. Breath taking from the top of its foam crested waves to its cool depths, Ganga pulsating with life and beauty, hastened in turbulent joy to be one with the vast boundless oceans.