Next second, Shyamala came to the scene. “Namaste.”
“Can you tell me what makes you select my son as your life partner?”
Shyamala narrated:” It seems to you what I am going to narrate, may be incredible. I was telepathized that Ramana, my concubitant was going to elope with his girlfriend and I would select the man in the ritzy safari dress sitting in the last row of the marriage hall. Then I was described the personality of your son. I was perplexed but when it happened actually as per the telepathized message, I believed it to be true. Your son, I mean, my life partner, was in his ritzy safari dress sitting in the last row. I walked up to him and garlanded him with his permission. This is what happened.”
“I see, but you have done one mistake.” Sivasankar was ready to arraign at her.
“May I know it?” Shyamala asked him humbly.
“Certainly; you evinced your right on my son to address to me as your life partner and husband but you have forgotten to call me as your uncle. Am I right?’