“My heartfelt thanks to you, Miss. I don’t find suitable words to convey my debt of gratitude to you for your immense help.” Sivasankar was overwhelmed and could not continue his talking over his cell phone.
“Welcome, Mr.Sivasankar. Do you have any idea of the marriage of your son, Baskar?”
“He is studying. I think there is no necessity for me to get him married now. May I know why you have asked this question?” Sivasankar guessed that the young lady wanted to marry his son, Baskar.
The lady laughed and asked Siva,” Your guess is wrong, Mr. Siva; Time has come to your son to marry Shyamala, daughter of Mr.Santhanam- Baghyam, native of Majura. You have already received a marriage invitation from the couple, haven’t you?”
Siva nodded and replied,” Yes, Miss. You’re right. I have to attend the function without fail. He is my distant relative.”
“The name of bridegroom is Ramana and he has fallen in love with a girl namely Banu. They plan to elope on the previous day of the marriage of Shyamala. The God in Heaven has fixed Shyamala for your son, Baskar and I am only an instrument to execute His order. Shyamala is a mascot not only to your son but also to your family. So accept the Divine Verdict. Send your son Baskar to Majura to attend the function. Then without his knowledge, you make a journey by flight with your wife to Majura and disguise yourselves and attend the function. I am going to telepathize to Shyamala about this Divine arrangement and render her a great solace. She is going to garland to your son. Bless the couples and take her as your daughter-in-law. Narrate your experience to the bride’s parents and make them happy. Moreover, I will guide you in all matters and help you for your welfare. Next in person.” The young lady flipped off the switch.