Santhanam restricted his wife’s remarks. “Allow her to do as per her wish.”
Nobody came forward to come to the front row.
Baskar took his seat in the last row and spectating at the event.
Next moment, Shyamala took the garland in her hand and scanned the whole crowd. At last her eyes fell on Baskar and then she came down the steps from the stage with her garland.
While all were shocked but amazed after some time, Shyamala paced towards Baskar.
She stood before Baskar with a garland in her hands. She neither spoke nor looked at him but simply was standing in front of him.
Baskar remembered the vatic pronouncement of Baskar: “Don’tneglect Shyamala. She is your mascot.”
Next moment, all were, flabbergasted by the next incident.
Shyamala heard him say:” Sweet my lady; am I your choice?”
Shyamala did not look at him but flexed her head towards the ground.
Having heard his sweet words, she nodded.
Next moment, Baskar took her garland from her hands and garlanded her.
“Is it real or dream? Is it not imaginary? After a hapless incident, follows a peripetia!” The whole marriage party was in a strange world.
The effusion of joy of Santhanam and Baghyam was ineffable.
The tympanist signed something to his band of musicians, At the signal from him, the tympanist started playing on his tymphan Thakil, Percussion instrument, followed saxophone which has replaced the traditional Nadaswaram .