A Tangled Evening
As I stood in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to brew, my mind was spinning. The heaviness of Simbu’s departure still weighed on me, but now I had to face an unexpected guest—Saran.
Why did he come here? Did he truly think I’d be interested? The memory of Simbu’s warm embrace and his whispered "I will miss you, Kannama," echoed in my mind, making me smile despite myself.
I poured the coffee into a cup and took a deep breath before walking back to the living room.
Saran sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine my mom had left on the table. When he saw me, his face lit up with a smile. “Thanks, Trisha,” he said as I handed him the coffee.
“You’re welcome,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral as I sat on the opposite chair.
There was an awkward silence as he si
