He was leaving. In two days, his flight would take him to London, a place where the rain was grey and cold, unlike the emerald embrace of the Nilgiris. He was chasing a career, a future designed by logic and spreadsheets. But his heart? His heart was still stuck in the winding lanes of the hill station, tethered to a pair of hazel eyes that saw the world differently than he did.
"Are you... happy for me?" he asked, unsure of what answer he wanted. En Idhayam Thanthu Vitten Anbe Song
She sat at the piano, her fingers poised. "I wrote something for you. For your departure. Consider it my closure." He was leaving