Unspoken Spoken, Unheard Heard

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M: Yenga ennanga solriya? Enakku onnume purila. Naa annaiku enna sonnen? Neenga ippo enna sollitrukeeya?

K: Yenna unakku pidikkala. Enakku englis pesa theriyadhu. Style ah dress panna theriyadhu. Idhu ellame unakku kora dhan, adhu enakkum theriyum. Aanalum yenna nalla gavanichikta, *voice crack* yenna....pidicha maari....nadicha, andha nadippe kaalapokkula unakku pazhagirchu....
Idha dhane annaiku avaha ellarkittayum nee sonna?

He didn't look at her while he spoke. His eyes couldn't muster enough courage to meet her's. Inferiority complex and a sense of rejection had swallowed him

M was shocked. Tears were streaming down her cheeks

K wiped the single tear droplet that was struggling to escape his left eye, before it rolled down his cheek

It took her a moment or two to comprehend his words. Realisation hit her and she immediately got off the bed to sit oppsite him on the paai. High time she clarified everything, once and for all.