Only the silence echoed out of the room.While the Godman was analysing the young boy's charts the mother held the boy's hand tightly.She was tensed because of the expression the Godman was making.That frown on his face and that critical look in his eyes seemed to be permanently imprinted on him since he started analysing the charts .The boy on the other hand was neither nervous nor scared .He was just waiting to go home and play with his friends.He was getting more frustrated and restless by the minute by both the unbearable silence and his mother's religious beliefs.After a few moments which felt like an eternity the Godman let out a heavy sigh and stared into the void for a while .The mother,now being more nervous than ever finally broke the silence and asked,"Baba,is everything alright?what did you see in the charts?Is my son going to be okay?"The godman stared at her with an unreadable expression then said with his gruff and deep voice,"Your son,Rahel has been blessed by the wrong gods".The mother stared at him with a bewildered expression,even the boy had the same expression, almost.If decoded it seemed like he was now certain that this old man was a crazy deluded person.from the very beginning he didn't like anything about him .Now he was wondering if this man is high or something.The old man cleared his voice and continued,"I know it is quite strange to hear such things but it is true the boy had been blessed but the gods who gave him it aren't exactly of this world".
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