Baskar chuckled and told him, ‘May I know how long have you been practising this kind of prediction? I’ve no belief in astrology and this kind of theurgy. Please mind your own business.”
He used harsh words at him, but very calmly with a smiling face.
In respond to his harsh words, the young man chuckled and kept quiet.
“What’s wrong with the train?” the young man expressed his dissatisfaction.
“As you’re a celebrated theurgist, you might have known the reason by this time, isn’t it?” Baskar criticised him.
His disparaging remark made the Inspector chuckle and deride at him.
“Oh! Signal snag. Fifteen minutes late….” The young man sighed and got up from his seat.
“Are you going to rectify the signal?” Veera made fun of him.
The young man did not mind his ridiculous words. He got off at the station and walked up to the station master room where he was very busy with the communication with the control room.
Many passengers got off their compartments to see what hell made the train halt at the small station.