Then the sage opened his eyes and gave her crimson powder and stood up to walk.
“Am I dreaming? Is it true? Who is he and what makes him to have his vatic pronouncement to me? “She introspected but it remained as a riddle.
Till she reached her residence, a single room in a tenement, the vatic pronouncement of the mysterious sage occupied her mind and existed as an engramma. Her mind recorded his words by which it became monomaniacal.
“Soon you are going to marry your student, younger to you and after marriage with him; you are going to reach the apex of your position. Your life will be very pleasant. So, when he proposes, don’t deny his pure love but accept it and marry him. Goddess Meenakshi will bless you; don’t worry my child.”His statements were ringing in her ears. “How is it right to marry a student who is younger to me? Can a Guru marry his or her disciple? Is it ethically right? What will the society think of me if I marry my student? Can this marriage be validated? I think he must be insane to utter some words. Yes, he must be insane. What a fool I am to encounter with him to listen to his insane words and rely on him and his statements!” She decided that they’re not vatic pronouncement but quixotic and haywire.