Kuchela, when he returned home, could not believe what he saw. Instead of that impoverished hut of his, there stood a Palace, festooned in gold !
It is naural, he reckoned. Doesnt His Grace make the lame walk and the dumb speak, Mookam karothi vachalam / pangum lankhayate Girim ? Grace is limitless Insurance, Grace is infinite Security !
How Strange is Thy Grace !
