Ramana and Prasanth tittered and signed something to Shyamala and this was noticed by Swathi.
“No signal…No gossip…No enquiry in my personal matter….hereafter. Understand?” Swathi raised her high tone.
“Extremely sorry, Madam. We’ve never seen you in this Bermuda shorts and tight T- shirt so far. You look pretty in this dress, Madam.” Shyamala complimented.
“Don’t you know that I have appeared in this dress to look pretty to your eyes? Enough?”
But Shyamala was so clever that she understood that Swathi liked her compliments.
After an hour, the tribunes left.
To her astonishment she received telepathy:” I'mashamedto beseenwith you when you behave sobadly!
She could not understand who telepathized. “Is it the very Sage that beckoned me to call at him in the Premises of Goddess of Meenakshi Temple? Who is he? Is he a Theurgist or Necromancer? What business does he have with me to telepathize? Why is he interested in my marriage when I don’t have any interest in me? Have I confabulated?”