The young man opened his eyes and shook his head with an amiable smile on his face and said:” No problem.”
The middle aged man folded the newspaper and opened conversation with the young man in his mother tongue. “It seems your face is familiar but I don’t remember exactly. Your native place?”
The young man’s answer to his question astonished not only Baskar but also the middle aged man.
“I don’t want to reveal anything about me. I am ordered to previse you of an imminent danger to your daughter, Kanmani. “
His words bedazed the middle aged man as well as Baskar who heard his presage. Both looked at him with surprise. “Is he mad or sane?” With this doubt they looked at him.
The middle aged man couldn’t consider him mad as he mentioned the name of his daughter.
After some excited moment, the middle aged man asked him seriously, “How do you know my daughter’s name?”
“Not only your daughter’s name but your whole family history, I know very well, Mr Veerapondy. Don’t I know that you are a Sub Inspector of police disguised in mufti?” the young man talked Hindi.