brooding over, involuntarily my head rose up. What did l see then?
There greeted my eyes the bewitching portrait of Muruga with raised
Abhayahastham and his round serene face lighted up by infectious
smile. As I riveted my eyes on it for a moment. I felt cool breeze
emanating from the flashes of his broad eyes coming and caressing
me, as if it is a green signal, signifying his assuring success in
That thrilling experience blew off the dark clouds
hovering over. And prepared me to think afresh of the persistent
requests made by the booksellers, when-met, and recalled the appeals
of a fast companion, who write again and again to send a copy seeing
it included in the list of books intended for publication, printed
in a folder issued earlier.