At Kalyana ghatta, the entire family had their heads tonsured. They bathed in Swami Pushkarani, cave alms to the poor, distributed food and clothes to Brahmins and after having darshan of Sri Varaha swami entered Sri vari temple.

There, inside the Garba Griha shone the Lord Venkateswara like crores of SUDS at one place with his grand attire and attractive ornaments made of rubies, diamonds., gems etc. He wore the Crown, the Chank, Chakra, Gada - All these made them feel relieved of all their burdens. They never knew how long they stayed before Him. The guards reminded them of the crowds waiting behind. They moved with, such reluctance but at the same time contending that they were fortunate at having that much of time atleast, to be before the Lord. Such is the feeling of the Bhakthas when they visit this temple.

Having thus Come out of the garba griha they went round the temple and reached the Hundi. There they dropped their offerings and also gold equal to the weight of the child. They then paid in the temple office the prescribed fee for celebrating the Brahmotsavam of the Lord.

The ninth day of the festival arrived. That day the deity had to be carried in a chariot. the ,chariot was decorated and the idol of the Lord was installed in the chariot. The devotees held the chains to pull the chariot uttering 'Govinda, Govinda. Sucharita held her son's hand and touched the chains of the chariot in the effort to pull it. The chariot did not move. Everybody was wonder struck. They could not guess the reason behind.

Sucharita remembered her promise to the Lord. Her mind did not allow her to part with the child. She wept. She held the boy's hand firmly and tried to run away. Her husband and the in-laws asked her why she was trying to go away. People surrounded her to know what it was about. She cried, "0 Lord, Is it fair on your part to have my beloved son crushed under the mighty wheels of your chariot? How can I tolerate the sight? Pardon me, Bless me my Lord"and she soon fell on the ground and rolled and fell unconscious. Though young the child understood his mother's obligation. So, unnoticed by any body, he prostrated before his mother's feet and quietly slipped away and threw himself under the chariot's wheel.

Every body loudly cried out the name of the Lord and appealed to save the child. Their cries echoed. The chariot shook as if moving. It appeared as though Brahma was holding the reins and driving the chariot. Suguna and his parents anxiously rushed to Sucharita, who was lying unconscious, praying Lord Venkateswara to save her. They sprinked water on her face. She soon got up and searched for the child, who could not be found by her side. She rushed towards the chariot. There she found him lying near the wheel of the chariot. She appreciated the boy's courage. People anxiously looked to see what would happen. Sucharitha's heart was about to burst. She felt she could not live without her child. She therefore lay before the chariot's wheel next to her son. Her husband and parents-in-law also followed suit. All of them surrendered their lives to God's pleasure.

'Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, rent the air and repeatedly echoed. What fate was to befall on the family! Will they survive or be crushed to death?- A few thought that there would be a flow of blood by the crushing of those unfortunate devotees. They could Dot even tolerate the idea. They therefore left the place. Some however, were bold enough to stay back and witness what would happen, The chariot was pul1ed. It moved off. Strange! not even one in the family was hurt, Everybody rejoiced. How great God is! He got his vow fulfilled and yet hurt none.

Chalapathi, his mother, father and grand parents got up as if nothing had happened. They praised God heartily and in many words. After taking holy bath in many theerthams around,' the entire family returned home successfully completing their pilgrimage.

On reaching home, they invited their relatives and friends and narrated to them their experiences. A grand puja was performed and Sadhus fed.

From that time onwards that family used to visit Tirupati atleast once a year and have the blessings of the Lord Venkateswara.

All those who read, write or hear this story will get the blessings of Lord Venkateswara for their health and happiness.

Om santhi, santhi, santhihi!