Arun was a simple college student from Madurai, leading a quiet life, focused on his studies and part-time job. Every morning, he’d catch the same 8:30 am bus to his college. It was on one of these rides that he first saw Meera.
She was sitting by the window, lost in a book. Her laughter, when her friend cracked a joke, was as refreshing as the morning breeze. Arun couldn’t help but stare. That day, something stirred in his heart.
Day after day, Arun would look forward to the bus ride, just for a glimpse of her. But he never had the courage to speak to her. “Ivalukkum ennai theriyuma?” he wondered. (Does she even know I exist?)
One day, fate intervened. As Meera got off the bus, she dropped her notebook. Arun quickly picked it up and called out, “Excuse me, unga notebook!” (Excuse me, your notebook!) She turned, smiled, and said, “Thank you!” Her voice was soft, yet it left a deep impact on Arun.
From that day, they began to exchange smiles and occasional conversations on the bus. Arun learned that Meera was passionate about art and wanted to become a painter. She learned that Arun loved Tamil literature and dreamed of becoming a writer.
One rainy evening, the bus broke down, and they were stranded together. As they walked under a single umbrella, Arun gathered all his courage and confessed, “Meera, naan unai virumbiren.” (Meera, I like you.)
Meera stopped, looked at him, and smiled. “Naanum unna virumbiren, Arun.” (I like you too, Arun.)
From that moment, their love story began. They supported each other’s dreams—Meera painted Arun’s words into beautiful canvases, and Arun wrote stories inspired by her art.
Years later, at an art gallery in Chennai, one of Meera’s paintings was titled “Unakkena Naan.” It depicted a couple walking under an umbrella in the rain. Arun stood beside her, holding her hand, proud and grateful for the bus ride that started it all.
She was sitting by the window, lost in a book. Her laughter, when her friend cracked a joke, was as refreshing as the morning breeze. Arun couldn’t help but stare. That day, something stirred in his heart.
Day after day, Arun would look forward to the bus ride, just for a glimpse of her. But he never had the courage to speak to her. “Ivalukkum ennai theriyuma?” he wondered. (Does she even know I exist?)
One day, fate intervened. As Meera got off the bus, she dropped her notebook. Arun quickly picked it up and called out, “Excuse me, unga notebook!” (Excuse me, your notebook!) She turned, smiled, and said, “Thank you!” Her voice was soft, yet it left a deep impact on Arun.
From that day, they began to exchange smiles and occasional conversations on the bus. Arun learned that Meera was passionate about art and wanted to become a painter. She learned that Arun loved Tamil literature and dreamed of becoming a writer.
One rainy evening, the bus broke down, and they were stranded together. As they walked under a single umbrella, Arun gathered all his courage and confessed, “Meera, naan unai virumbiren.” (Meera, I like you.)
Meera stopped, looked at him, and smiled. “Naanum unna virumbiren, Arun.” (I like you too, Arun.)
From that moment, their love story began. They supported each other’s dreams—Meera painted Arun’s words into beautiful canvases, and Arun wrote stories inspired by her art.
Years later, at an art gallery in Chennai, one of Meera’s paintings was titled “Unakkena Naan.” It depicted a couple walking under an umbrella in the rain. Arun stood beside her, holding her hand, proud and grateful for the bus ride that started it all.
