No answer. Of course.
He’d heard the song earlier that evening at a friend’s wedding. As the groom placed the thaali around the bride’s neck, someone had played it softly in the background. Rahul had smiled then, clapping along. But now, alone in his one-bedroom flat, the lyrics crept back like a tide: “Unnai thozha illamal, yaarum illa neram…” (The time when there’s no one, without you as my companion…) He thought of Meera. They’d broken up seven months ago—not with a fight, but with a quiet “this isn’t working.” She’d moved to Bangalore for work. He’d stayed. And in the daytime, with meetings and errands and WhatsApp forwards from his mom, he was fine. But at 2 a.m., when the world unplugs, her absence became a physical weight on his chest. yarum illa pon neram song
He put the phone down.
Rahul stared at the ceiling fan, counting its slow rotations. The clock on his phone read 2:17 a.m. Outside, the Chennai night had surrendered to silence—no autorickshaw horns, no neighbor’s TV, no stray dogs barking. Just the faint hum of the refrigerator and his own uneven breath. No answer
The next morning, Rahul woke to sunlight on his face. He made coffee, opened the window, and heard the city stir back to life. He hadn’t messaged Meera. He hadn’t solved anything. But he’d survived yarum illa neram —that unclaimed hour—and stepped into the daylight, still standing. As the groom placed the thaali around the