With Love (வித் லவ்)

SISTER

Hmm… Tell me!

Hey, 11:00 a.m. Mezzé, Anna Nagar.

Why are you torturing me so early in the morning?

Every day you sleep, you grow older. Then you can't find a girl to marry.

Fine, send me her Instagram profile. I'll check and let you know.

Enough checking out profiles.

I've already seen her, and she's very beautiful.

You please meet her and don't mess it up this time.

How can I meet a stranger in person?

Are you meeting people you already know on dating apps?

Stop whining.

Fine, I'll call you back.

11:00 a.m. Mezzé, Anna Nagar.

- Don't forget! Bye! - Hey, hear me out...

DAD MISSED CALLS (2)

You're avoiding responsibilities…

Hey, once again you're wearing that dull blue shirt.

Not wearing a blue shirt won't increase her liking for me.

Why don't you try smiling?

You always look grumpy.

Hey, you wanted me there, and I'll be there.

At least send me her picture. If not, I'll be clueless.

I cannot send you a picture.

You go there and get surprised.

At least, tell me her name. - I think my ride is here.

I'll call you later. Please talk nicely to the girl.

Bro, I've paid.

Hi!

Hello!

Oh, shit!

Oh, God no!

Three girls are waiting out here.

I don't know which one it is.

Pick up the call!

Embarrassment.

Pick up the call!

The person you're calling is not...

Oh, no! Where's the tap? Disgusting!

The girl who stares at me is the one I am meant to meet.

That's her! - Hi!

- Sathya. - Hi, I'm Vinothini.

Sit.

What would you like to have?

Shall I get you an Americano?

Yeah? Okay. Uh, one more!

Ma'am, your order.

Hmm… please have your coffee.

Yuck! It's black coffee!

It's been years since I cut down on sugar.

It's actually not good for your health.

Oh, no! I didn't mean for you to cut back on sugar.

You please go ahead.

Actually, I picked it up to take a whiff of it.

- Oh! - I, too, avoid sugar.

Sathya, this is Vineeth.

Oh, Hi, Vineeth, I'm Sathya.

Shake hands.

Is he your brother?

He's Vineeth, my boyfriend.

Oh, boyfriend... Boyfriend, you say?

See, we're in a relationship.

When I mentioned it, my family brought up caste issues.

Even this meeting was forced on me.

In fact, they didn't even show me your picture.

They said you'll be wearing a blue shirt and asked me to say "Hi" to you.

Wearing a blue shirt doesn't mean I would like you.

So, I brought him in person to introduce him to you.

Look, Sathya, you look good.

You will definitely find another match.

I'm sorry if it's a bit offensive.

I don't really have a choice.

Sorry, brother.

I can understand.

Sorry, once again!

"Is everything going well?"

I'll handle you later.

I'm sorry. Smoking kills!

I'm very sorry.

Sathya?

- You? - Fantastic!

You wanted to meet me and ask who I am.

Your sister gave you a character certificate

stating you're a good boy with no bad habits.

But you're smoking and were meeting another girl inside.

What's happening?

Are you the girl I'm supposed to meet?

Do I not look the same as in the picture?

Oh, God no!

Was that her boyfriend?

Yeah!

One minute.

Please let me go inside, laugh for a bit, and be back.

That blue shirt guy!

What would you like to have?

Shall I order an Americano for you?

No, thanks. I'll order myself.

Excuse me! One hot chocolate.

Yes, ma'am.

What else did my sister tell you about me?

That you're a good boy with no habit of drinking or smoking...

What else did she mention besides my habits?

She said you're a designer, make good money, blah, blah, blah.

On those lines. Nothing in specific.

Oh! What do you do for a living?

Didn't your sister mention anything about me?

I usually reject giving excuses after looking at the pictures.

So, she asked me to get to know you in person.

Oh!

So, basically, I'm from Bangalore. I'm a Tamil, though.

I moved here two weeks ago.

I work as a part-time content writer. But a full-time influencer.

Oh!

Have you never come across my Instagram profile?

- Sorry! I'm not active on social media. - It's okay, don't bother.

- You can check it out later. - Okay.

I've never come across your profile on social media, either.

If I see, I might judge, so I came here without looking up your profile.

Oh! - Still, you seem very familiar to me.

Perhaps you must've seen me smoking at a tea shop...

I explore a lot of tea shops.

- You might have spotted me out there. - Maybe!

- Ma'am, your hot chocolate. - Thank you.

What else?

I think we have enough to drink.

I mean, what else is happening?

Oh!

We're meeting for the first time. Say something interesting.

Past love life, etc.

I'm not so lucky in love.

There might've been some luck. Tell me about it.

School, college, office.

I work remotely.

I have no memory of college life.

However… Something did happen during my school days.

Awesome! Tell me!

That girl is now married.

Enough with sadness. Tell me your love story.

Go ahead!

While I was studying in Trichy, I was in love with Anisha.

Anisha, sister, you mean?

Wait, which school did you go to?

SDA Trichy!

I was right! I knew you seemed familiar.

Do you remember me? - I don't get it.

I'm from SDA Trichy. You were in 12th grade, and I was in 10th grade.

Anisha and I went to the same tuition.

Your classmates, Clint and Aravind, used to check me out.

Hey, I don't... I don't remember you at all.

If you're checking out Anisha, I'd be invisible to you.

Was your class teacher, Ms. Sugandhi?

- Mr. Mohan. - Mr. Mohan?

- I've got a lot of beatings from him. - Yeah! I've noticed it.

But he is very proud of you.

But you shouldn't have slapped Mr. Swaminathan.

I should have killed him for what he did.

Did he return after that incident?

I really can't believe this is happening.

Fine, don't change the topic.

Tell me about Anisha.

She joined directly in 12th grade.

It felt like her dad was destined to get transferred here.

She'd wear a black burkha and cycle to school.

There used to be a security room.

She'd change out of her burkha and put it inside her bag.

She used to wear two braids.

She'd carry her bag on one shoulder.

She used to look gorgeous.

And on Wednesdays, our uniform was white.

Then she'd wear a single braid.

When we imagine an angel, it's always in white clothing.

She'd match my imagination perfectly.

In our school, they conduct speed tests

for 10th and 12th grade students.

Only after I see her would I start writing my exam.

Not one day has she made it on time.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh love, You crashed into my heart

And I shattered like glass

Lightning, like an angel, You cast magic through your eyes

And I burn away like cotton

Seeing your footprints, I ask where you are

Your fragrance points to the direction, And, I follow along with it

If anyone looks at you, My soul breaks into a sweat

I pray for a boon, That you never look back at them

I survive, but I don't live

Her gaze drains my very life

Lately, I like walking alone

Madness beyond limits grips me

My heart explodes like a nuclear bomb

Uncontrollable youth keeps throbbing

An immature mustache starts to sprout

Even the rain patters softly

Her divine beauty is killing me

MOM

Love? - Hey, I was just checking her out.

Hey, she's a Muslim girl.

Her family won't approve of love.

Hey, why would you use bad terms like love?

- Just go. - I'll wait and watch.