Ram asked Siddharth as they were waiting for Siddharth to board his flight, Chitti glared at him,
Dei, nangale ivana kelapuradhuku yevlo kashtha pathrukom, ippo vandhu kelvi ketukutu. Summa iruda!
Illa macha, ivan yeppa paaru plan illama poi yedhavadhu pesi sodhapirran! Adhan kekuren
Adhuvum unmai dhan
Siddharth sat sandwiched between Ram and Chitti, with his arms crossed over his chest, Siddharth couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow, silently questioning whether they were aware of his presence. They then turned to him with curiosity,
Sollu da, yenna panna porae?
Siddharth shrugged,
Vera yenna? Kovama ponna, samadhanam paduthae poren
Aprom?
Aprom, veetuku kutitu vara poren
Dei, paithiyame! Andha ponnu padhika poiruku, nee kutitu varennu solrae?
Ana ava pudhichu polae macha, na sonna nala'yum , uncle sonna naala'yum dhan poiruka!
Ada va unkita sonnala? Neeye mudhivu panniko, yedhayum modhala kekka maatiya da nee?
Dei chumma enna ye solladhinga da! Avalum dhan yedhayum solla maatra!
Ram stopped Chitti and Siddharth's argument, for a few second he couldn't tell who was the married couple. He wearily sighed and turned to Siddharth and calmly explained,
Inga paaru Siddharth, nee avangala convince panna poradhellam okay, ana nejamave avangaluku anga study panna interest illana mattum dhan nee avanga veetuku kupudhanum, oru vela apdhi illana, nee vitranum.
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It struck Siddharth then that if he wants to fully commit to the happiness of the people he loves, he will have to let them go, like literally. As The image of his mother, already making plans for her newfound freedom, served as a stark reminder of the autonomy and independence that each individual craved. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps he had unwittingly confined his loved ones within the confines of his own desires . That all their happiness relied outside of the home he struggled to exist for them. And when they all leave, what might happen to this home?
As the pilot announced the impending descent, snapping Siddharth out of his reverie, with a heavy sigh, he silently prayed that the next time he boarded a flight homeward, he won't be alone.
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Neha sighed contently when she came out of her class, students beside her bustling out. She felt a tap on her shoulder when she turned around to find her classmate and her new friend, Keerthi.
Polama?
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Neha adjusted her bag on her shoulder. It was a pleasant surprise for Neha to find herself forming genuine connections so quickly, a testament to Keerthi's warmth and friendliness. From their first lunch together to the present moment, two weeks later, Neha felt a sense of belonging and camaraderie that she hadn't anticipated.
In the midst of building new friendships and immersing herself in the vibrant energy of her surroundings, Neha found solace in the distraction from thoughts of Siddharth. Purposefully ignoring his calls was her way of teaching him a lesson, a silent protest against his recent actions. Even when speaking with her parents, Neha made a conscious effort to steer clear of any mention of Siddharth, not knowing that they were privy to the unfolding drama behind the scenes. The parents too didn't nudge her on this because they didn't want to spoil Siddharth's surprise.
As Neha and Keerthi strolled down the bustling streets towards their favorite lunch spot, their conversation was interrupted by the unmistakable roar of a powerful motorbike engine. The sound reverberated through the air, causing heads to turn and curiosity to ripple through the crowd. Suddenly, a figure clad in a sleek black leather jacket and helmet emerged, commanding attention as he maneuvered his imposing bike down the street with an air of confidence.
Both Neha and Keerthi found themselves transfixed by the sight, their gazes locked onto the mysterious rider as he made a dramatic turn and brought his bike to a stop directly in front of them. The unexpected interruption sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through their veins, prompting them to instinctively take a step back, their hands clasped together in a reflexive gesture of solidarity. With a hint of trepidation, Neha voiced her concern, wondering if they were about to fall victim to a potential mugging.
Va odhirlam!
Odhirlama?
Siddharth frowned and quickly removed his helmet, making Neha's eyes go wide,
Neha na thirudhan illa, un purushan!
Neha's jaw dropped in disbelief, her eyes widening as Siddharthe excitedly waved at her.
Beside her, Keerthi's eyes widened in astonishment, mirroring Neha's own incredulity. It was clear that they were in the presence of a celebrity, someone whose face adorned magazine covers and whose name was known far and wide. Despite the shock coursing through her veins, Neha couldn't tear her gaze away from Siddharth. This unexpected encounter had rendered her speechless, leaving her standing like a frozen statue.
Yennama? Pei'ya paatha madhiri nikira?
As Siddharth spoke, he seemed oblivious to the fact that his face was fully revealed, drawing attention from passersby. Within moments, a crowd began to form, predominantly students who had recognized the famous bike racer. They surged forward, their excitement palpable as they clamored to catch a glimpse of their idol. Siddharth's eyes widened in alarm as he realized the situation unfolding before him. With a gasp, he hastily donned his helmet, seeking refuge from the sudden surge of attention. Amidst the chaos, he maneuvered his bike skillfully, apologizing profusely as he navigated his way out of the throng and rode off into the distance.
Keerthi acted quickly, sensing the need to shield Neha from the unwanted attention. With a firm grip, she pulled Neha away from the encroaching crowd, ensuring they didn't get swept up in the frenzy. Neha felt a sense of relief wash over her as they managed to evade the crowd.
Finally able to catch her breath, Neha's attention was drawn to a familiar sound—a honk. Glancing to her side, she saw Siddharth riding past in the opposite direction, his helmet visor raised to reveal a mischievous wink. Despite her best efforts to maintain a stern glare, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at his playful gesture as he disappeared from view.
