I am deeply moved by Devavrata's sacrifice "who had taken the most awful of all oaths to buy his father's (Shantanu) happiness." I believe if I was in his shoes I would rather die persuading my father not to marry again than having a woman like Satyavati to be his wife whom I think had such a demanding father. But, it didn't take a long time before I realized that if it happened to me, I have failed as a daughter in which I abandoned my parent's needs only to entertain my ego and to satisfy myself. Somehow this story reminds me of several failings I had done which hurt my parents' feelings. I do blame myself for all that but sometimes some of us just couldn't avoid of raising our voices when talking to our parents.

Every religions teach us to be grateful children and to give maximum care and protection to our parents. Alas, for Devavrata he had tried his best to bring Satyavati home as his father's bride and even to swear "to remain celibate and to die sonless" in which it is a "fate worse than death", in order to fulfill the fisherman's expectation to have his grandson as a king after Shantanu. When he put aside his rights as a child and an heir only to bring smile to his father, I come to a realization that the most precious relationship in this world is that of a parent and child. We must value it to the end.