14

Back at Raman Namboodiri’s home, I narrated all the events that had taken place. He was bewildered. He told that it was the first time he had told anybody to do something solely based on intuition.

“After compelling you to go to Sahasrapuram, I was so worried that I could not sleep at all for the past few days. I had this feeling that something had awfully gone wrong. I even thought that I shouldn’t have sent you there.”

My partial skepticism about astrologers returned. Could he have been that worried and sleepless? Just then, a man arrived on his two-wheeler with a packet in his hand. He mounted off his bike, came and gave it to Namboodiri.

“Uncle, this medicine will get rid of that snoring problem you complained about yesterday.”

“Keep it there, I’m busy” said Namboodiri pointing towards a table. “Snoring problem,” he told me, smiling sheepishly.

I nodded in agreement.

“Now, you have to trace out the girl, huh?”

“No,” I replied. “Keerthi will come back to me. It’s okay.”

There was a reason to feel elated and another to feel somber. But for now, it would do good to keep my mind empty. I had to just BE.