One evening, an unexpected downpour caught her halfway. She ran for cover under a peepal tree. Within seconds, a dark blue umbrella appeared over her head.
Six years later. Chennai. A small but clean flat in Adyar. Anjali is a senior software engineer. Karthik is a bank manager. On their bookshelf, framed, is that first poem written on a greasy piece of paper.
The romantic storylines in Tamil Kutti often feature: