Enakaga Ava Porandhale [completed]

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This book is completely fictional.

Sivu : Hello

Sivu : helo ashwineey... Sivaangi frown when she heard no response.

Sivu : ashwineey..

Ash : sollu ma...

Sivu : kelambitingala ?

Not understanding anything he responded

Ash : enga ? He asked cluelessly

Sivu : ada ena pa ? Nethu than etho director pakka porenu sonninga

Ash : ama la 

Sivu : ama ashwineey poi kelambunga all the best! 

He checked himself and then realised he was about meet Hariharan sir, esp his 1st movie director.

The surreal date on his phone still perplexed Ashwin as he made his way meet with Hariharan Sir, his first movie director.

Putting aside the whirlwind of emotions and unanswered questions that echoed in his mind, Ashwin took a deep breath and made a conscious decision to focus on the immediate task at hand. With determination etched on his face, he got ready to meet his director.

Adjusting the collar of his shirt and running a hand through his hair, Ashwin couldn't shake off the mix nervousness that accompanied the thought of reconnecting with a significant figure from his past.

The park, bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, held an air of anticipation. As Ashwin approached the rendezvous point, he spotted Hariharan Sir in the distance, a silhouette against the backdrop of memories.

The director's presence brought a flood of recollections—of audio launch, the negativity, and the things he faced.

Their eyes met and a genuine smile lit up Hariharan Sir's face.

Hari : eppidi irukka ashwin ?

Ash : fine sir

The familiarity in the director's voice eased Ashwin's nerves, and they exchanged pleasantries.

The surreal date on his phone became a mere chance to him to correct everything.

Hari : so ashwin katha eppidi irukku ? Ungaluku ok va ?

Ash : katha nala irukku sir but I am not interested. Na romance thandi vera ethavathu pannanu nenaikuren.

Hariharan nodded. 

Ash : thank you sir nice meeting you.

Ashwin extended a firm handshake to his director, a silent exchange of mutual respect and understanding.

With pleasantries exchanged, Ashwin, carrying the weight of the past meeting moved towards the familiar path that led to his home, a journey marked by the echoes of the day's encounters.

The door swung open, and he stepped into the sanctuary of his space, leaving behind the external world.

As he settled into the comfort of his home, Ashwin contemplated the events of the day.

Ashwin couldn't help but smile as he thought about the past. This day, just like many others, brought him a lot of happiness.

Once more, in this very moment, happiness enveloped Ashwin. This time, he wasn't the hero, but neither was he the awkward speaker from his first audio launch.

In the quiet moments at home, he realized that the memories from the past, though sometimes a bit sad, held a special moment. They had played a part in shaping who he was today.