Vrajanātha’s grandmother completed all the arrangements for his marriage, and in the evening she explained everything to him. Vrajanātha simply took his meal in silence and made no reply that day. He lay awake on his bed late that
night, deep in thought about the state of the pure spirit soul.
Meanwhile, his elderly grandmother was busy trying to find ways
of convincing him to agree to the marriage.
Just then, Vrajanātha’s maternal cousin, Veṇī-mādhava,
arrived. The girl that Vrajanātha was supposed to marry was
Veṇī-mādhava’s paternal cousin, and Vijaya-Vidyāratna had sent him to finalize the arrangements.
Veṇī-mādhava inquired, “What’s the matter, Grandmother?
Why are you delaying in arranging brother Vraja’s marriage?”
The grandmother replied in a rather anxious voice, “My son,
you are an intelligent boy. Perhaps he will change his mind if you
speak to him. All my efforts have been in vain.”
Veṇī-mādhava’s character was clearly proclaimed by his short stature, small neck, black complexion, and his eyes, which
blinked frequently. He liked to pry into everything that was
going on, rather than taking care of his own business, but his involvement in others’ affairs was never particularly useful.
After listening to the old lady, he frowned slightly, then boasted,