Meendum Muthal Murai Santhippoma?
🎶 “Ennai maranthaalum, unnai maravaatha nenjodu naan irupen…”
— ringtone plays.
Ram picks up the call.
“Haan sollu ma… naa already inga tha wait panren ne. Porumaya va.”
— and he cuts the call.
The call?
Of course, it’s from Jaanu.
(I mean... what’s Ram without Jaanu 😉)
They were lovers once.
4 years ago.
Met at work.
Laughed like best friends.
Fell in love like dreamers.
But reality?
Small fights.
Big egos.
Unspoken hurts.
Unresolved misunderstandings.
Eventually, they broke up.
Not dramatically.
Just quietly… painfully.
Post-breakup, things slowly softened.
The anger faded. Ego thinned out.
What stayed?
Regret.
But she got transferred.
Different city. Different chapter.
He thought of texting.
She thought of calling.
But both held back — not out of ego, but care.
“What if I disturb her now?”
“What if I hurt him again?”
Time passed. Four years.
But destiny? It had plans.
She resigns.
Comes to head office.
His office.
And they meet. Again.
Ram, not one to let go this time, walks up.
“Hi ma… epdi iruka? Pesama romba naal aaguthu. Konjam pesalama?”
Jaanu, calm and composed, replies:
“3 PM coffee shop… vara mudiyuma?”
☕ At the Coffee Shop...
Jaanu walks in.
Ram, smiling:
“Hi! Sapdalama?”
Jaanu (grinning):
“Coffee shop la biriyani ya irukum? Coffee ah sollu. Chumma formal ah nadikatha.” 😄
They laugh.
The air lightens.
Coffee arrives.
Ram leans in, sincere.
“Ipdi unkita pesi sirichu evlo naal aaguthu Jaanu.
Na sirichey romba naal aaguthu.
Sorry, munnadi nadanthathukku lam…
Inniku tha nama first time meet panra mathri nenachiklam.
Innoru chance kudu, Jaanu…”
Jaanu pauses. Then laughs.
“Inniku first time meet panalum…
Nama breakup la mudichu vittachu nu solla mudiyathu da.”
Ram is confused.
“Yen Jaanu… apdi solra?”
Jaanu, gentle but clear:
“Inga paru Ram…
Namma past ah ignore panitu, nama vaazha mudiyathu.
Aana appo nadantha misunderstandings, hurt… ellaamey address panna thevai.
Na thappu na naan sorry,
Ne thappu na ne sorry.
Sorry sollradhoda mudiyathu…
Sila changes, sila adaptations venum.
Apo tha, nama senthu sandhoshama iruka mudiyum.
Regret and sorry, without change, is nothing.
Illaati… we’ll hurt each other again.
So, let’s start with coffee. For now.”
💬 POV (Final Reflection)
How mature and sweet is our Jaanu? 🌸
All of us, at some point, ask someone for a second chance.
But…
Before asking — have we:
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Healed our own traumas?
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Accepted our flaws?
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Changed the behaviours that once hurt someone?
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Learnt to love with maturity, not just emotion?
Only after that, should we ask:
“Meendum muthal murai santhippoma?”
Happy reading✨
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