Original subtitles

Waiter!

What beans do you use, sir?

Coffee beans, sir.

I know that.

But what kind of coffee beans?

We use good coffee beans, sir.

You work in a coffee shop, sir.

You must be well-versed with all kinds of coffee.

Is it Arabica or Robusta or Liberica or Excelsa?

It's excellent coffee, sir!

Very well. Bring me one excellent coffee!

You got it, sir.

Mr. Bean!

Wait!

Trust me.

Trust me!

Come.

Where are you going?

-Everyone's going that way! -This way!

Stand here.

Why are we standing here?

Blind spot!

"Blind spot"?

That's my book!

Safety zone.

Safe?

So, we're safe?

Do you speak Hindi?

Excuse me? What did you say?

Won't you talk in Hindi?

If I go to a place, I eat local cuisine and speak the local language.

-How about English? -That's only when we go to England!

Why must I go with you?

My apologies. Grammar mistake.

Do you know Malayalam?

I know enough to understand that you don't speak it very well.

What brings you here?

The language of the wind!

I came to study it.

I'm a paleotempestologist.

Wow! This is the first time I've met a paleotempestologist!

You study storms, right?

For the first time, I've met someone who has knowledge of Paleotempestology!

What do you do?

Most recently, I've been fired from my fourth job.

I'm a boring software engineer.

It's not quite the exotic profession as yours.

I love cooking.

I came to study the cuisine of Kerala.

Ramasiri Idli, Tharasiri Biryani,

Kozhikod Halwa, Chemmen Unariyan,

Varathari Chakkiri, Mutta Mamsam,

Elanchi, Serattu Pattiri, Meenu…

I didn't understand everything you said.

But listening to you has made my mouth water!

If I get someone like you, I'd cook for them my entire life!

If I marry someone like you,

I'd be stuck at the gym my entire life!

I'm not married yet.

My name is Yaalan.

Mouna.

Hey!

On the shores of Malabar

On a stormy day

I saw a flower, standing tall

As rocks quaked in the wind

As elephants scuttled in fear

I saw an unquenched flame

As clouds pounced and fled

As trees quivered and shivered

My heart fell as a feather in love

As clouds crash in a lightning flash The skies drum up a beat

Leaving their nests, clapping hands Birds take to the skies as well

As they lock lips in an embrace Two bears are set ablaze

On their fur that sizzles Drop by drop, the honey drizzles

She plucked me from my roots And poured love in all my shoots

She made a world anew And planted me afresh

Taking fish in a stream She sent them leaping in the air

Asking them to shine as stars She let them out in the skies

Hand in hand Heart in heart

Lips on lips She touched my very core

As clouds crash in a lightning flash The skies drum up a beat

Leaving their nests, clapping hands Birds take to the skies as well

As they lock lips in an embrace Two bears are set ablaze

On their fur that sizzles Drop by drop, the honey drizzles

-Yeah! -Yeah!

As clouds crash, in a lightning flash The skies drum up a beat

Leaving their nests, clapping hands Birds take to the skies as well

As they lock lips in an embrace Two bears are set ablaze

On their fur that sizzles Drop by drop, the honey drizzles

As clouds crash in a lightning flash The skies drum up a beat

Leaving their nests, clapping hands Birds take to the skies as well

As they lock lips in an embrace Two bears are set ablaze

On their fur that sizzles Drop by drop, the honey drizzles

Don't fling the newspaper like you normally do

at the third house painted white.

Gently drop it off at the doorstep quiet as a mouse…

and make a run for it as fast as you can.

-If he catches you, you're done for! -Thank God!

Hey!

-Are you new to the job? -Yes, bro.

Didn't the owner tell you to ring the bell and hand the paper to me?

He did not, sir.

He said if I ran into you, I'd be dead meat.

Besides, three people quit the job thanks to you.

They ran off because I asked them if they knew how to read the paper!

Do you read it?

What's in it? Why must I read it?

Intelligent! Asking questions, huh?

I'll show you how to read this.

-I need to hit forty more houses! -Come!

-Let go! -It's no big deal to be late.

Here. Have some coffee!

You asked what is in this, right?

You must not look at each article separately.

I'll show you how to do it.

"Trump proclaims global warming is good."

In response, this young girl speaks against him.

Her lawyer was killed in Kuwait last month for supporting her.

After the demise of Vandalur keeper…

the rhino that he lovingly raised passed away.

Her name was Jolly.

She was named so by the Chief Minister.

With Jolly gone…

-This chap is a goner! -the Animal Welfare Board protest against

the government and the zoo.

Today marks the fourth day of that protest.

This guy has cheated ten women. That doesn't concern our story.

Okay.

Jim Long, a Chinese business king who got stuck in traffic

wants to build a factory.

Like the iPad, he aims to build and sell a "CheapPad" at low prices here.

People are going to buy it in large numbers.

Everyone will read the news on it.

There will be no need for newspapers.

Your job is gone!

-What? -It's gone!

Will I lose my job?

Did I lose my job because of that goddamn Trump?

-What will I do now? -Have some coffee and leave.

Get lost! I don't want your coffee!

The milkman is here, brother!

-Finish him off! -You snitched me out, evil fellow!

Good God, he's here!

-Good morning, Uncle. -Please spare me!

Did you find out the logic of milk bottles?

-Read that article I told you? -If I did, why would I be stuck with you?

Why is he running away?

Garden mint!

A magic beyond our realm of perception!

Its scent…

When it graces your tongue, its freshness pulses across the nerves!

You can just say, "Go and brush your teeth."

Don't torture me about the magic of garden mint first thing in the morning.

Fine! Go brush your teeth!

Paperboys don't read the news anymore!

Milkmen know nothing about milk!

School teachers know nothing beyond their syllabus!

Eye doctors are ignorant of noses.

Engineers don't even know engineering!

Film folks don't watch movies!

And the politicians?

Never mind them.

We were so inquisitive as children.

We don't have a single question after we grow up.

No one likes it when we ask one, either.

Do you hear me?

Coffee is ready!

It's piping hot.

I figured that you were done brushing your teeth.

Drink up or it will get cold.

It's different. Which bean have you used?

It's Kopi Luwak.

I got it from Indonesia.

Wild cats eat those beans and poop it out!

The beans are recovered from that poop and processed to get this coffee!

Not "ouwack"! It's "Luwak."

I have told you so many times to not talk in this manner!

That applies only to the dining table.

Isn't this a bathroom?

Don't waste it. It's very expensive.

Four hundred dollars for a pack!

It's your money!

Even the cat wouldn't be so expensive!

It's no ordinary cat. It's an Asian palm civet!

It's not a household pet!

Drink this crap-- Have this coffee yourself!

It tastes fine!

Those civets hook up only when they mate.

But they're always alone at other times.

It's called "privacy"!

What is this?

Cele Alabaster Cacao Butyrum Kokon!

-In simple words, please. -Chilled white chocolate butter cake.

-In the shower! -A cold cake in the hot shower!

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

It has the same cocoa butter as your shower gel.

Why is the heater switched on all night for a morning shower?

That's a lot of power wasted!

Good God! What are you doing?

Just as I thought! You've lost some weight.

Have a big breakfast today.

Give me your bag.

Eat this first.

Will that get mad if I eat this first?

You wear pants over your panties, right?

If you reversed the two, would the panties get mad?

Hey! Don't touch that!

It's all I have of my mother's remembrance.

Just don't touch that one when you're mad, Mo.

I mean to say that you care a lot about what others see.

But you don't respect your own tongue.

In this chaotic world, such tiny things bring us simple joys!

Finish eating--

You leisurely wake up,

leisurely brush your teeth and sleep in the bathroom as well.

But why do you have to rush while you eat?

It's what I meant when I said we don't respect ourselves.

Respecting our tongues and tummies is self-respect!

It's a fact!

Hey!

Oh, no!

Mo!

Did you forget to say "I love you"?

You forgot your phone, Mo.

Wait! Headphone…

One…

two.

Cutie pie!

Drive safely, Mo!

-Bye. -Bye!

Did you adjust the side mirror, Mo?

Seat belt?

-Did you release the hand brake? -Yaalan!

-Where are you? -I'm at the third cross.

Make sure you turn on your blinkers.

-There's a huge speed breaker there. -I know!

Okay, cool.

I've made a special dish for you.

Try it and let me know how it is.

You moron!

Learn to cross the road properly!

-Stupid! -Why smack your head over some moron, Mo?

How did you know?

Didn't I video-call you?

Video…

We'd always be on Skype when we first got married.

These days…

I'll call you during my break. Bye!

Don't hang--

She hung up!

I'm very sorry!

Sorry. Hi.

Sorry.

Is everyone here?

Guys, the PG group has sent us a cake

for successfully completing the Paddington project.

Thank you and congratulations to all of you.

Yes!

We have another project starting in Pondy.

It's the residential tower project.

A person from our company must go there to inspect it.

It's quite a windy area.

The material strength must be supervised on site.

It's a yearlong project. Who's willing to go?

-Sir! -Boss!

-Sir! -Boss!

Come to my cabin.

It's hard to decide.

The client asked for her as she's worked with them before.

Do you remember Mr. Veeravarma?

Mr. Veeravarma? I know his family really well!

Boss… please send me over there.

I'll stay there until the project wraps up.

I really need this break. Boss, please!

Boss, my wife and I have many issues going on between us.

-It's been going on for four years. -Here we go again.

Everyone here knows it.

I just signed the divorce papers.

-Oh, I'm sorry. -Congratulations! When?

-Why is she congratulating me? -I'm sorry, boss.

I can't sleep at night! I met with a psychiatrist.

He said that a change in scenery

-would do me good. -No, don't listen to him.

And you just happen to mention this project right after that!

I realize God exists when I see people like you, boss!

Boss… my reasons are more compelling than his.

-Stop already! -I need to go to Pondy! That's it.

-Oh, God! Not again! -You have three days.

Only one of you can go.

Decide amongst yourselves.

Please let me have this, Mouna.

-Get lost! -I'll be able to drink cheap beer.

-Buy some at the local liquor store! -Mouna!

-No means no! -Two people can't talk at once in a call!

-You can't be the only one to speak! -What now?

-Please hear me out. -Hi.

I have a confession to make.

Do you know why I want to go to Pondy?

-Let me call you back, Ram. -Hello?

I had not imagined you would be so beautiful.

Your fingers are so sexy. Just like my wife's fingers.

-Every finger-- -Yaalan?

Yes?

You said you'd call.

You didn't even send me an emoji.

Is that why you're flirting with the okra?

There were multiple celebrations at work today.

The Paddington project wrapped up. A new project will kick off soon.

And Ram got divorced.

He gave us a lunch treat.

A treat for a divorce?

Sorry.

After swearing to never part…

you live under the same roof, sleep together,

and then decide to separate and lead lives alone.

Please! You talk to the okra itself!

This is the first act of violence by a man or woman on each other!

Got it? Are you in your senses? Dammit!

-Ram? -Go ahead.

You have nothing to worry about.

You can do anything. You can eat whatever you want.

I feel like I'm in prison!

Pondy is my only escape.

Please, Ram!

I can go to Pondy if your problem is solved, right?

-What? What did you say? -Your fight for freedom begins tomorrow!

All your trouble with Yaalan will soon fade away.

Your life will start anew!

Mo!

Shall I make pasta with okra for dinner?

We are here to plan a separation between Mouna and her husband.

Good grief!

Interesting.

Quit kidding around, Ram.

Am I kidding?

A lot of thought goes into pulling a brick from a building.

We put a lot of effort for the same.

-You want to demolish the basement! -Correct.

It's not child's play!

First tell me why you want to split up.

Fine.

My first reason is his talks.

He just can't stop talking.

Right from dawn to bedtime, he keeps talking.

He even talks in my dreams!

Scary, indeed.

But isn't yours a love marriage?

Weren't you aware of his talkativeness back then?

He was learning Konkani then.

So, he wouldn't talk much.

That's what I liked the most about him.

We came here after we got married…

and that's when he began talking even more!

He started way back then. He still hasn't stopped!

Have you tried talking to him about it?

All this has happened because of all the talking,

then why are you asking her such a question?

What the hell does he talk about?

He talks.

And talks. And keeps talking.

I never asked you to talk.

I only ask you to listen.

Do I ever ask you what to talk about?

I simply wish to share with you, everything I read and hear.

Why don't you like that?

Why do we speak? Why do we think?

Why do two people converse?

So, you could answer my questions. And I could answer yours.

If we know all the answers, there would be no reason to talk anymore.

I have a billion questions in my head.

Speech is like my blood circulation. It's like breathing.

It must keep going. It must never stop.

Why are you trying to stop my breath?

Mo! Wait up!

Where are you going? Our path is this way!

We need to go this way!

Mo!

There may be snakes over there!

Oh my God!

He talks without stopping for breath!

Looks like his yammering will tire us out!

To him, speaking is like breathing.

So, it's because of his talking that you--

Second reason.

-He loves cooking! -What in the--

Despite working out at the gym for two hours every day…

I keep gaining weight, thanks to him!

Take a look at this!

-Damn, you have gained weight! -Hey!

You need a kick!

Are you pointing out his flaws or praising him?

If I ever landed a guy like that, I would…

-You can have him! -Thank you.

She has a point.

Why do you eat everything that he offers at odd hours?

Why can't you refuse?

You idiot!

It's not "odd hours."

It's "those hours."

Those hours? Oh, buddy!

Do you get it?

-Those hours! -Good God!

Yes.

One second!

-Oh, man! -Oh, no!

This is an ice cream made from the durian fruit.

Eating it now will enhance the experience!

-Have some. -This is horrible!

It'll be like that at first. You'll get used to it!

-Try some! -You killed the mood! Buzz off!

After all, what is a "mood"?

It's a recipe for inner peace. That's all.

It means shut your mouth and get lost!

Durian…

Durian ice cream.

-Hey! -Yes.

What are you searching for?

The durian ice cream which you just mentioned.

Thought of giving it a shot.

-Am I a joke to you? -I'm sorry.

Don't get mad.

Feeding you that stuff in the bedroom, especially during that time, is annoying!

-Exactly! -Really?

Why does it bother you more than her?

-What's your problem?

Any further problems?

The next reason.

A.R. Rahman.

What?

-He united so many lovers. -Yes.

He, of all people, split you both?

Hey angry belle

O fiery one

Should you leave, orphaned will poetry be

Hey…

You're not aware which Rahman song suits what occasion.

You haven't understood Rahman properly!

The way he goes "Hey…"

Ever thought why that "Hey" is stretched out like that?

-In the next verse… -Somebody, kill me.

He goes, "Hey, hey".

-I'll jump off! -Hey! What the hell are you doing, Mouna?

Drive!

What if something happened?

A.R. Rahman himself wouldn't have thought of it!

Okay. The fourth reason!

Oh God, Mouna! Please, Mouna!

I am losing my mind!

-I need no further reasons! Please! -Fine.

I'll think of a solution for you.

We'll start with the easy ones and go to the hard ones. Okay?

Each of you suggest ideas and I'll jot them down. Okay?

Just don't react to whatever he says.

That's what I've done all this time!

Mouna, assume that you go to a theme park.

In certain rides, the train moves.

In other rides, the track itself moves.

No matter what moves, the destination is the same.

What are you getting at?

You didn't get it, right?

I'll explain it in a better manner.

You don't have to split up with him.

But he can split up with you, right?

How?

Don't follow your routine once you get home.

Don't shower or change clothes. Remain sweaty!

Don't put your shoes in the rack. Just kick them off onto the floor.

It'll make him angry.

Do you think you're in school? What's this new habit of not bathing?

Mo!

It's actually good.

There's no fragrance of soap and shampoo.

It's just my Mouna's original scent.

This is my real Mo!

-Let's eat. -Next, don't eat whatever he offers!

Tell him you're fasting in the name of Palmali Baba!

-I'm not eating today. -Why?

-I'm fasting. -Really?

Yes. I'm fasting in the name of Palmali Baba!

-Oh, no! -Why do you fast for such fraud god-men?

For the crap he spews, he must be starved to death!

He claimed a sheep turns into a cow if it goes through a black hole.

Here you go.

The press call it "breaking news"!

This is Xylocaine Insta Plus.

It'll make the tongue go numb in 30 seconds.

The cranial nerves will go numb for two to three hours.

He will be muted. And you get to be happy.

Oh!

I've added garden mint to it. It's delicious, right?

Stealing money alone isn't corruption.

Spreading misinformation…

Zou zhe peeple like theez iz alzo corrupzion.

Mouda.

Zat mann iz a fraud.

-A twat-- -You never abuse anyone!

My tongue is zlurring.

A fart!

He'z a fart!

Dzou don't go tou hiz azhram.

Zhey are imbecilez.

Like turning zheep into cowse by zending them through zhe black hole…

Intelligent peeple turn into imbecilez after gozing in zhere.

Don't go to zhe azhram, Mo. He'z a fart.

-Good God! -Underztand zhis, Mo.

Zhat man…

Zou not zpoil your health for zhat Palmali Baba zhap.

Lizten tou mee, Mo.

Zhat Palmali Baba…

What iz itt, Mo?

I lurve youz, Mo.

What happened, Mouna?

We are always tested on our road to victory.

We need to get past it!

Not "we." It's me!

Ideation is where it ends for you.

Torture is what I endure!

What can you do that'll make him mad?

He will get mad.

The only weakness in all men is…

jealousy!

Idea number three, dirty flirting.

I'll call you tonight.

Flirt with me. Or rather, pretend to flirt with me.

That's when he will start questioning you.

A fight will happen. And then, you will get freedom!

-Hey. -Just repeat what I say.

I just…

took a hot shower…

I just took a hot shower.

I am dressed right now.

I am dressed right now.

I've paused it.

We'll continue watching after you're done.

You keep watching, Yaalan.

This film's pace is so slow that it seems like it is paused!

-You go ahead, baby. -This movie has won many awards.

We were watching a movie.

-Fine, I'll watch it myself. -How about you?

Not that kind of film!

-Good God! Not that kind of film. -Move, Mo!

I haven't watched those since college days!

I watched those during college days.

Hey! How do you know my size?

Goal!

Goal!

Hey! Don't repeat it exactly like that!

What? Darn it!

Ram?

Your horrible flirting is the reason why your wife must have run away!

I'll teach you how to flirt!

Basically, there are 23 rules to flirting.

Twenty-three?

I'll go over each one. Remember them.

Rule number one.

Rule number eight.

Praise her.

Don't overdo it.

Don't go overboard with your praises.

Tell her there is something different about her beauty.

What? Sixteen?

Seven more to go?

Rule number twenty-one.

Please forgive me, Mr. Yaalan!

If I ever call your wife again…

then feel free to smack me with your flip-flops!

You misunderstood me.

I have absolutely no problem with you talking to Mouna.

If you don't mind, can I please say three final words to Mouna?

She dozed off while watching TV.

Were we talking that long?

-Did you just realize it? -Should I wake her up?

Please don't, sir! Not at all!

I'll talk to her tomorrow morning, sir.

By all means, but remember rule number seventeen!

Did the call get disconnected?

-Please forgive me, Mouna! -What are you doing, Ram?

You're a saint, Mouna! You're a saint!

You take the Pondicherry assignment. I've spoken to the boss!

Get going right away!

-Awesome! -Awesome!

Just buy me four beers before you leave, Mouna!

For how long?

One year.

I tried telling that Ram could go instead of me.

But Gandhi said I must be the one to go.

I just finished setting up the terrace.

The plants have begun to bear fruit.

I can't come with you.

I know that!

That's why I refused to go.

But I have to go.

Hey.

I'll definitely come every weekend.

I promise.

Hey. What is it?

I'll miss you a lot, Mo.

I'll miss you even more.

Who will feed me on time?

Who will lay out my clothes?

Who will make coffee for me?

I'll miss you!

I am free!

The sky beckons me To break free from love's prison

The sky beckons me To break free from love's prison

Leave the bed Break the bondage of kisses

O heart, be a little bird And hatch out of your shell

Go rogue Run away from your nest

O word Break free from the tune

Freedom… Freedom… Freedom… Freedom from love

Freedom… Freedom… Freedom… Freedom from love

Freedom… Freedom… Freedom… Freedom from love

Splitting the sky apart Flying like a rock dove

The sky beckons me To break free from love's prison

Good morning, friends!

Hope you all are enjoying your morning coffee!

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

While you wonder how to make lentil curry as the lentil prices have spiked,

a fiery song is coming your way. Listen and enjoy!

I am RJ Shiva. You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

She is snoring! A smack is what she needs!

Wake up!

You yawned thrice when I was on air.

How will I get the flow?

At least pretend to enjoy it!

-You expect people to listen to your crap! -I don't!

-Our show only got nine emails last week. -Really?

Six of them were junk mail!

No one even thinks of texting us on WhatsApp.

Yet, you ramble on and on!

-Do your work. Don't expect rewards. -Really?

It's Mouna!

Hello? Hi, Mouna!

-Babes, come to the coffee shop. -Are you in Pondicherry?

I'm on my way! Hold on!

-Hi, Mouna! -Hey!

-Over there, Shiva. -Hey!

-Hi! -Hi!

-This is Shiva. -What's up?

Hi! How are you?

So, what's up, you guys?

Not bad at all, Mouna.

You look exactly how you did back in college! No change.

What are you saying?

-Yes! -But, Shiva…

-she's a bit quiet now. -Okay.

Back in college, she just wouldn't stop yapping.

What a torture!

That Mouna went missing two years ago.

What are you saying?

You had a love marriage, right? How can you say this?

Let's not talk about that. Please!

Officially, I'm here on a project.

Personally, I've come for some quiet time.

For a whole year, I want to relax and have coffee with you both.

I want to go home and sleep without having to hear anything.

I want to eat what I want, when I want.

I've come to enjoy my one year of freedom.

Is that all? We can guarantee that!

-Yes! -Let's enjoy!

-Wow! It's a nice house, Mouna. -You'll hit me.

Company guest house.

Stop!

-Hey, get up! -You're shameless!

Get lost, you wretch! You deserve to be whacked!

Come by the house, I'll hack your legs off!

Lovely! Good omen!

-What? "Good omen"? -"Good omen"!

-Thank you, doctor. -Come along.

Drop the act! Come on!

Just me… in my sky

My wind… my breath… My path… my time…

I become the real me

My beat… my melody… my lyric…

The sky beckons me To break free from love's prison

The sky beckons me…

-Let me know if you need anything. Okay? -Okay.

-Bye, guys. -Bye.

-Bye, Mouna! -Bye!

The sky beckons me To break free from love's prison

Change these chains that bind Into wings and swiftly unwind

Yaalan?

At your service!

Unbelievable, right?

I think you can't take the shock.

Many people can't bear unexpected joy or sorrow, Mouna.

It's much like when we can't hold back tears.

It's not healthy to hold back joy either.

Laugh, Mouna. Laugh.

Laugh your heart out! Have a seat.

I was cool with your weekend arrangement.

But you can't do anything without my help.

You can't even make coffee!

On top of that, you said you'd miss me more than I'd miss you.

It made me feel bad. So, I came over right away.

Until your project wraps, I'll be by your side to care for you.

Why aren't you eating, Mo?

I don't like the food.

Don't like the food or don't like to eat?

Big difference there!

I don't like anything!

My stomach hurts. I'm going!

Hey! Where are you going?

Where does one go when their stomach hurts?

The toilet!

Will you follow me in there too?

Mo? Dig in!

Look at those structures. Why don't we just bring the same thing down here?

Bring the scaffolding down.

-Hi, Mouna! Welcome! -Hi, sir!

-Team, this is Mouna. -Hi, sir.

-India's finest paleotempestologist. -Hi.

Mouna, this is our team.

-Parvathi. -Hello.

-Samant. -Hi.

-Arivu. -Hi.

-Raja. -Hello, ma'am.

-Excuse us, guys. Please! -Okay. Fine, sir.

-How's your wife, sir? -Oh! She's fine, man!

-What are Mythili and Malini up to? -Aw, shucks!

Malini has a bridal party tonight. She's getting married tomorrow!

Oh my God! Congratulations!

Please don't get angry with me for the last-minute invite.

No, sir. Of course not!

The video of your dancing

at Mythili's wedding went viral with my family!

Oh!

You know what she asked when you got here?

What is it?

"Will Mouna dance?"

-Today, sir? -Yes.

-Okay. -Yes.

Sir…

-You carry on, sir. I'll see you later. -Okay. Bye!

-Parvathi! -Sir?

Look into the corrections I mentioned.

Lipstick.

-Even if you are lovers, it is not right-- -No!

We're not lovers. We're just colleagues.

I thought you wouldn't notice.

-Please don't tell anyone. Bye. -Okay.

-Mouna? -Yes?

Don't forget to bring your husband!

He's quite the conversationalist!

-What was his name again? -Yaalan, sir.

But he's back home.

-I can make it by myself. -Okay.

-Bye, sir. See you. -Bye.

Spread those wings Open your cage

A bird, you be, and forget the sea

Dance with the sky, the earth and me

Over peaks, take flight To touch the night

Dance with the sky, the earth and me

-How was your first day, Mo? -Really good.

-Why are you wearing my dress? -Isn't it nice?

The movers and packers truck got a flat tire.

My clothes will only be in tomorrow.

-What would you like for dinner? -I have to go to the office.

-At this hour? -Yes. I'll be back late.

Why?

-I have a meeting. -With whom?

It's Mr. Veeravarma's birthday party!

It'll take me a while to get back.

-You can order in if you want. -Okay.

Oh, God! Please don't step out wearing this dress!

Why? Isn't it nice?

Why? Is he a baby?

Why are you all hosting a surprise party for him?

And that too at this age?

How old is he, by the way?

Around sixty?

See you. Good night.

Bye, Mo!

I need to get dinner ready.

Hey! You forgot your bag, Mo!

Oh, God! Save me!

-Hold up, Mo! -Bye!

You forgot your bag!

Mo! Hey!

Damn!

Oh, no!

The key…

Is it here?

Sorry, Lord Ganesha!

-Mr. Veeravarma! -Yaalan?

Happy birthday, sir!

When did you come to Pondy?

It's not my birthday. It's Malini's bridal party!

-You're coming, right? -To the party?

I'm not in party wear, sir.

That's alright, Yaalan. You must definitely come. Okay?

No excuses. I'll be expecting you.

I'll send you the address.

Alright, sir. Send it.

How can I go in this dress?

-Hello, sir. -Hi, sir.

-I know. It's true! -Yes, you are right!

-Oh, hi! -Hi, sir.

-Hello. -Hi, Samant!

-Hi. How are you? -I'm fine.

Mythili's waiting for you.

-Thank you. -Please carry on.

Come.

-Hi, Meena! -Hi!

-Hi! -You guys catch up.

-Hi, Samant. -I need to call a client.

-Just five minutes, okay? Bye. -Hurry up.

Please carry on, excuse me.

-Hi! Thanks for coming. -How are you?

Hello, Auntie!

Leave it. Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, delicate damsel

Why the fear? Why so shy?

Shed it and dance away I beseech

Step up, O damsel

For the beat in my heart And in yours to meet

The time is ripe

Dance away like magic I beseech

Won't you leap like a golden fish?

Won't you dance like today is forever?

Won't you dance even if your feet tire?

Won't you join me and take this stage?

Spread those wings Open your cage

A bird, you be, and forget the sea

Over peaks, take flight To touch the night

Dance with the sky, the earth and me

Spread those wings Open your cage

A bird, you be, and forget the sea

Over peaks, take flight To touch the night

Dance with the sky, the earth and me

Feet-less moon girl

She dances on the sky

Sightless storm girl

She swirls on the land

As a flame in the darkness Leap above and dance away

As a cascade on rocks Flow down and dance away

With your eyes wide shut Did you fall in love?

Until you fall

Life's a moon

After you fall, it turns a cocoon

-What kind of dress is this? -It's Mouna's!

-Is it nice? -It's awesome!

Your wife is killing it in there!

Welcome, Yaalan.

-Have something to eat first. -Okay, sir!

-Should I eat alone? -Nice!

Give me a taste of this, brother.

You call this "chapati"?

Open up.

How do you shamelessly call this "cauliflower"?

It's all soggy!

Chapatis are as hard as popadam! Popadams are as soft as chapatis!

There's no salt in curd rice. And there's no tamarind in lentil curry!

It's just water that has retained its taste.

You charge so much, yet you cheat them.

Who is your manager?

-Where is he? -What's the problem, sir?

What kind of idiot would serve curd rice on a chapati?

Why do you serve food without proper combinations?

As if he knows what goes with what when he's in a dress!

Why? Women can wear shirts and pants.

Can't men wear a dress?

I'm wearing my wife's dress. What's your problem?

Hello!

-Is it just the dress or… -Yaalan!

Why does my innerwear concern you?

-Should I show you? -What the hell are you doing?

-Nonsense! -Come!

-What else do you want to know? -Let's go!

Hey!

-Come with me! -Are you his husband,

or are both of you wives?

-What's the matter with you? -Sorry, Mouna.

-He's drunk. -Don't stop me, Mouna.

-No, dear. -No--

If they're both wives, how can they have kids?

-Just like how your parents had you! -Yaalan.

-I'll give you a closer look! Come! -Let's go!

Leave!

How did you get here?

Why did you lie to me?

You can't keep quiet.

You cause trouble.

I can't bear it if someone hurts you.

That's why I lied.

Had you told me the truth, I would've just stayed home.

I wouldn't have humiliated myself by wishing your boss a happy birthday!

You must not feel humiliated. Isn't that what this is?

I embarrass you.

I have no job. I am a househusband.

We've not had kids for two years.

How can you introduce me to your friends?

Isn't that the problem?

Don't talk too much.

"Don't talk too much. Don't talk needlessly. Don't talk at all!

Don't say this at the dining table. Don't say that in bed."

How can we ever understand one another without talking?

Am I Google, to offer all the answers only when asked?

Don't try to smother down anger. It's not good for anyone.

Don't try to smother my anger.

Hello. How are you?

I'm fine, Doctor.

But I still can't stop being suspicious about him.

I stayed quiet for a week as you suggested.

I didn't question anything.

He always comes home late.

He doesn't eat.

The other things don't happen, either.

I just left it as it is.

He even left me alone at a party last night.

And Parvathi was missing as well.

He came back as the party was winding down, saying he had a call.

So, you're saying you still suspect Samant?

No, Doctor. He's a good man.

I think I'm the one with the problem.

No one can fool all the people all the time, Meena.

If they do wrong, the truth will find its way to you.

Until then, don't worry.

How will it find me?

Hey! What the hell is this?

-What have you done? -It's not me, Meenu!

-You had me doubting myself! -Listen!

-Someone sent you wrong info!

Oh my God!

-At last night's party… Is she Parvathi? -Oh, no!

-Yes, Doctor! -Listen to me, Meenu!

-What the hell have you done? -Won't you believe me?

-Just this girl alone, or-- -Not you too, Doctor!

That's not me! It's trick photography!

Like you're bloody cupid

-and people go around morphing you! -Meenu, please behave!

-Don't hit me! -Where are you going? Don't enrage me!

Hey! Stop! Hold it!

Hey, Samant!

-Hey! -What are you doing here, Mouna?

-Baby. -Who is she?

-Is she your other girlfriend? -No, baby!

-You'll never change! Let go of my bag! -Baby! Baby!

-Please trust me, baby! -Let go!

-No, baby! -Let go of me!

-Don't leave me, baby. -Let go of me!

Believe me, baby!

-Baby, hear me out! -I won't forgive you!

-Please let me explain, baby! -Let go of me!

Baby, please! Please stop the car.

Please!

Why did you do that?

You put an end to my life.

-What did I do? -Don't you know?

If you had a problem, you could've told Parvathi or me.

Instead, you sent pictures to my wife!

Now, she's left me!

We've been together for nine years.

-You split us up! Happy? -Lunatic fellow.

-Excuse me? -Yes?

I need to meet the doctor.

-First time here? -Yes.

-Alright. I need your details. One second. -Okay.

Your name, ma'am?

Mouna Yaalan.

-"Yaalan"? -My husband.

Do you love your husband?

Is that a standard question?

No. If you have even a bit of love for your husband, please leave.

Married couples come in happy.

But when they leave, it's a different scenario altogether.

That's why I'm warning you.

I'm still not able to get married for abetting this sin.

I advise you to leave this place.

If not, bid your husband goodbye!

Super. In that case, I need an appointment right away!

Is she crazy or what!

-Ma'am! -Yes.

Please don't tell my boss what I told you. Alright?

-Don't worry. -Anyway, she'll split you two up.

If she does, you won't curse me, right?

-No. I won't curse you. I'll bless you! -Okay then.

-I need an appointment right away, please. -Just a second.

The last client, ma'am.

Send her in.

Okay, ma'am. You may go in.

Okay.

-Hi. -Hello, Doctor.

Weren't you dancing at the bridal party yesterday?

-Yes. -Nice!

You're an amazing dancer.

Thank you, Doctor.

You can call me Kajal Malarvizhi.

I noticed you taking pictures of Samant and Parvathi yesterday.

I can't talk to you about my other clients.

It's against my ethics. Sorry, Mouna.

You don't have to talk. But I can, right?

I hear you've split up many couples like this.

You have the wrong impression about me.

That is not my job.

To unite or move apart is a decision of the couple.

I've been under immense torture for the past two years.

In that case, you need to go to the police.

I can recommend a good lawyer.

No, I didn't mean it like that. You misunderstood me.

Let me ask openly.

Use your methods either to deceive or seduce my husband

and make him fall into your trap.

What do you say?

I can split up with him using that as an excuse.

What?

It doesn't matter how much it costs.

Excuse me. Please leave!

Doctor!

Doctor! Please, Doctor!

Please!

Get out!

What!

Where are you going?

Hello!

Are you mad?

What is this, Mouna? What the hell are you doing?

Oh, God! I've tried everything to split up with him.

I came to you as a last resort.

You refused to help me.

I have no other alternative!

So, are you going to commit suicide? At my house, of all places?

I would've jumped from my own roof!

But if he started talking while I did it, I wouldn't even be able to die in peace!

But you kicked me out without even hearing me out.

How can you blackmail me for that?

Get down from there!

Get down! Just come down.

I have tried everything.

Nothing worked.

You have given me hope.

But, Doctor, make sure he doesn't get hurt.

He's a very good man.

He has never cheated on me or lied to me.

More like you're not aware he does.

There is no such thing as a "good man."

He's not like that.

You just need to prove he is unfaithful.

Using that, I can split up from him.

Please manipulate him into cheating on me.

It can be with someone else or maybe, even with you…

That's another line of work, Mouna!

I'll take the plunge if you won't help me!

Okay, Mouna!

What does Yaalan do?

He's at home.

-Work from home? -No.

The house is his work.

Cooking, gardening, books, music.

That is his world.

He needs to step out of that world.

He needs to get a job.

Why?

Only then can I observe him.

Oh!

What does he like doing?

Cooking and talking.

Find him a job where he can do something related.

What he likes is talking.

-Hey, Yaalan. -Hi!

-I'm Shiva. -Hi, Shiva.

-Hi, Yaalan. How are you? -Hi!

-Welcome to our office. -Looks great!

-It's a nice jacket. -Thank you.

It's not ready yet.

-We're working on it. -Yes.

Mouna asked me to be a guest on your show.

Aren't guests usually celebrities?

Nothing like that. Get up!

Being a local radio station, we tend to experiment a bit.

Even that local vlogger is a huge celebrity to us!

We got three emails raving about our show with her.

Why must you pressure him right off the bat?

Don't worry. Starting trouble.

But you needn't get worked up.

Just speak like you casually would with your friends. Okay?

-Okay. Yes. -Shall we begin?

Hi and hello to everyone! Welcome to our show.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

-Happiness knows no end here! -Happiness knows no end here!

In today's edition of "Local Vocal", we have a special guest.

Mr. Yaalan has recently arrived to Pondicherry!

Just chill.

Hello, Yaalan!

How will our listeners know you greeted us with folded hands?

-I'm sorry. -Go ahead and speak up!

Greetings, listeners of Isai FM. My name is Yaalan.

My wife came to Pondicherry because of her job.

I came along with her.

So, you have no job?

-Yes. I'm a househusband. -Very good! Very proud!

You make it sound so epic!

Hats off to you, Yaalan.

I don't know how many men would uproot their lives for their wives.

I am impressed.

Your first question on the show today is "What are the things you like"? Tell us!

Well, that's a… difficult question.

-Then talk about the stuff you don't like! -Yes.

Be short and sweet about it.

I don't like talking short and sweet.

One must pour their heart out.

I don't like hypocrites. Is life a race?

Running a marathon for environmental awareness,

but littering the city en route.

Eating needless stuff in the name of diet.

Not eating the good things that elders recommend.

Laughing forcefully at a comedy club.

But not laughing in real life when required.

Setting an alarm for water breaks. Standing up when an app tells you to.

Buying clothes and vegetables online.

Making hollow speeches on optimism.

I despise such people.

We can have an entire show on this!

Right! So, Yaalan is talking about things he doesn't like.

Let's keep listening. But before that, here's a new song for you.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

-Happiness knows no end here! -…no end here!

Wow!

-We're getting a call? -Hey!

-I'll take it! -No, I will!

Hello! You have reached Isai FM 103.2.

I am RJ Divya. Who is this and where are you from?

My name is Manisha.

A guest on your show today was speaking of his dislikes, right?

-Yes. -What is his name?

Can I say it?

Yaalan.

I like him very much!

This is the first productive show you guys have done. Just have…

…him anchor the show from now.

The callers are raving about you, Yaalan!

Not a word from you. Join us as an RJ.

How can one not say a word and be an RJ?

-Go on. -Heard the show?

Yes, I did.

Told you he talks a lot!

-He not just talks too much… -Likewise.

-but demands a lot of salary as well! -I just joined.

I'm willing to pay as much as he asks.

He's asking for 70,000 rupees!

-"70,000"? -Yes!

Okay. Fine. I'll bloody pay it.

Bye.

Congratulations, Yaalan!

-Welcome to the Isai FM family! -Thank you!

-So, are we colleagues now? -Indeed!

-When do I start? -Right from tomorrow!

Superb! Happiness knows no end here!

-You've gotten the swing of it already! -Thank you.

-Bye! -Bye!

-I'll lose my job because of you. -Hey!

Like I'd ever forsake you!

Once you're through with your work,

-don't worry. Just carry on. -Okay, sir.

-No problem. We'll handle it from there. -Thank you, sir.

Raja and Parvathi, I'm counting on you guys.

Okay, sir.

-Hello? -All done for the day, Mo?

Can you come to the coffee shop?

-Why? -Pull over, brother.

Hello? Yaalan?

Yaalan!

-Just come over! -Okay.

Let's go, brother.

-Hi! -Tell me, Mouna.

Yaalan's called me over to the coffee shop.

What do I do?

-Yaalan! -Mo!

-I got a job! -What?

-At the radio station. -Congratulations!

Thanks to you!

Have a seat. What will you have?

-The usual. -Waiter!

-Hi, bro! -That's home-cooked food!

-I made it myself. Hope you like it. -Give it to me. Thanks!

You've brought us food! Awesome!

-Hi, Divya! -Hi, Yaalan!

-Ready for the show? -Yes!

Awesome. I'll teach you some basic controls.

The system's been turned on already. Let me adjust your mic.

-May I keep my bag here? -Of course!

And headphones!

Shiva has already adjusted the sound levels.

To go on air, hit these two buttons and go two levels up here. Got it?

-Okay. -Done?

Come on, Yaalan! It's your first show!

All the very best!

Five, four, three, two, one, go!

Greetings, listeners! My name is Yaalan.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

-Happiness knows no end here. -Happiness knows no end here. Yes!

I was a guest yesterday and have become an RJ today.

Wow!

Our listener texted us after yesterday's show.

My first fan. The WhatsApp message says…

"Hi, Divya. I heard your show with Yaalan.

He thinks differently. Everything else he says is fine

but you could've asked him why he doesn't like optimism.

Keep interviewing such unique people.

With love, M."

-Hey, thanks. -Thank you, M.

You asked why I don't like optimism.

Optimism is all about seeing the good in any situation.

I absolutely hate that.

How can one only see the bright side of everything?

India lost the World Cup. But Rohit Sharma scored five centuries.

That's optimism.

A person was hanging out of a train and he lost an arm while taking a selfie.

But then, at least his phone was recovered!

Optimism!

Driving a school bus under the influence led to the death of 40 kids.

But the drunk driver survived, right?

Optimism!

Four men sexually assault a woman.

But at least she's still alive.

That's optimism for you.

I love people who find fault with everything.

I love them a lot!

A bus driver's video recently went viral.

He requests passengers to throw trash outside to keep the bus clean.

Everyone praises that and shares the video.

This particular comment popped up on the video.

"Why do you throw the trash outside? Throw it in a dustbin!"

People like these shape the world.

A father who always finds fault. A teacher who never overlooks an error.

Political pundits. Investigative journalists.

Film critics who rip movies apart by giving them a half-star.

People like these bring about progress in the world.

Hey, break in ten seconds.

Feel free to rip me to shreds on WhatsApp as part of your feedback to my first show!

Here's one of your favorite songs.

I am RJ Yaalan.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

-Oh my God, Yaalan! You killed it! -Killed it!

-He nailed the first segment! -Awesome. It was superb!

-Marked those emails, right? -Yes.

-I've done it. -Let's have a look.

Yes. Hi, Kajal.

When are you going to start?

I need to know more about him.

Give me some time.

I have to observe him.

Okay, but please speed things up a bit.

Speak to him!

-Hello? -Hello?

Idiot!

Hello?

Feel it. Sexier.

Hi, honey!

"Honey"?

Excuse me.

I think you sent your photo by mistake, thinking it was your boyfriend's number.

So what?

I always want to do wrong things.

Your voice is very manly!

Thank you.

By the way, do you like my picture?

-It was nice. -What do you like the most about it?

I like your tattoo.

-"Tattoo"? -So naughty!

Listen, ma'am. Getting a tattoo isn't anything new.

It's been around for forty millennia.

Tattooed mummies were found in China, five thousand years ago.

Back then, only criminals had tattoos.

I think getting tattoos for love began in India.

-For favorite actors. -Damn.

For sentimental value.

For numerous reasons like this.

-When will he shut up? -Tattoo removal stories are much sadder

than tattoo stories.

I deserve to whack myself!

This is all your fault, ma'am.

Tell me. Why did you pick this tattoo?

And why so close to your heart?

I'm curious.

Hello?

-Are you still there? -Still not over? Good God!

Hi!

Tell me the truth.

Yaalan is gay, right?

No, he's not!

He's tough. Tougher than I thought!

Did he have any affairs at school or college? Any crushes?

Not a chance! And that too him of all people!

I need to know everything you know about Yaalan, right away.

-What does that mean? -I need to know everything!

What actor does he like? Does he prefer cricket or football?

Who's his favorite musician?

What books does he like to read?

Does he like you in a sari or modern wear?

Tell me everything about him!

He loves comedy films.

Cricket is his favorite sport.

He likes gardening.

And he loves books and music.

-Damn! She's working me to the bone! -Bring that over here.

-Let me count. One, two, three…

Hello!

If you don't mind me asking, why have you kept all these out here?

It is all old stuff.

It has taken up space since the times of my great grandmother!

Do you know its value?

Their love and fragrance is etched in these utensils.

It's full of memories!

How could you throw them away?

The same elders told us not to keep anything around that gives us no pleasure.

If you don't mind, can I take these?

By all means!

I won't take them for free.

-Then? -Coffee? At my place.

I stay right there.

My name is Yaalan.

Kajal.

-Hello, ma'am. -Hi!

Finally!

-What kind of mood are you in? -Why do you ask?

There's a type of coffee for every mood.

It will help me choose the type of coffee.

Normally, this is a question I ask my clients.

Someone asking me about my mood feels different.

Thank you.

-I'm very tired. -Robusta bean espresso, it is!

A dash of milk to reduce bitterness.

Your tiredness will fade away.

-Less sugar-- -No sugar, right?

Wow!

You seem to be a coffee expert.

Are you a psychiatrist?

I'm a psychologist.

It's my favorite subject.

More than half of my library is filled with your topic!

Don't know if you've read Erich Fromm.

I love his writing.

"When we believe we've reached the zenith of knowledge,

even an ounce of disappointment can crush us like a ton of bricks."

Coffee is ready!

Where did she go?

Doctor?

Ma'am?

Ms. Malarvizhi?

You can call me Kajal!

Ms. Malarvizhi?

Was it something I said?

No, it isn't.

Needless memories.

I should've excused myself. I'm so embarrassed. Sorry.

People usually start crying an hour after I start talking.

You started crying within five minutes. I didn't get it.

Have some coffee. It may have gotten a bit cold.

-Shall I make you a fresh one? -It's okay. Thank you.

-May I? -Sure.

Reading Bharathiyar's poetry always brings inner peace, right?

My mother used to sing his songs to me when I was a child.

They would lull me to sleep.

When I was ten…

she passed away.

But she stills lives within me in the form of Bharathiyar's poetry.

My favorite.

"Whence emanate the tender notes?

Does a lute breathe this tune?

Does it gush down from lofty peaks?

Does it rain down from silvery skies?"

Whence emanate the tender notes?

Does a lute breathe this tune?

Does it gush down from lofty peaks?

Does it rain down from silvery skies?

Does it ride atop a resounding chariot?

Does it swirl soaked in nectar?

Does it soar high on the wind's shoulders?

Does it flow drenched in young love?

Please don't take it the wrong way.

Your smile is infectious.

When I see you enjoying this song, it's like I'm enjoying it.

Many girls must have fallen for your smile, right?

They sure have.

The minute they hear me speak, they run for their lives.

You must have plenty of college love stories.

Never mind love!

I couldn't maintain a friendship for more than six months at school.

Books are my friends.

Can I become your friend?

You couldn't even bear for five minutes.

That's a different story.

I've been with you for one hour.

You didn't say one wrong word or flirted with me.

You didn't try to get nearer to me.

Our tastes match well, right?

So, will you…

No! Can I be your friend?

What button must I click to accept this friend request?

No clicking needed. Just a hug will do.

Did they bombard you with commercials to get you to buy jewelry and saris?

They work so hard to grab our attention.

Never mind that.

I saw a food truck on Beach Road.

They serve piping hot chicken there.

I noticed the logo on their van.

An image of a chicken serving fried chicken on a plate!

Can we imagine the image of a mother serving her child on a plate?

We are animals as well.

Animals who eat few other animals.

Few animals eat us.

That's fine but we can respect a fellow life, right?

Think about what I said as you listen to this song.

I am RJ Yaalan.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

Come along with me, Yaalan. I'll drop you off.

-I'll walk. -It's too far!

It'll be fun. See you guys!

Hi!

-Doctor? -Hi! Come along.

Okay. Bye, guys!

-Shall we go? -Stop.

Why don't you walk home?

Why are you so silent, Yaalan?

Are you stunned seeing me?

No. I was enjoying the rain.

Would anyone enjoy the rain from inside?

Where are you going?

Doctor!

It's time.

Let's go, Malar. Mouna might be back.

You fear your wife so much?

No. I like her so much.

The pureness I saw in none

I see in you

Wishes I never had before

I sense now, because of you

Like a shadow of my own heart

You extend in my path

For me to rest

If you become the playful ocean

That splashes on my eyes

What can I do?

Please tell me

O friend

My precious friend

Please tell me

Hold on, Yaalan. Who is that lady?

You refuse to ride with me, but you go with her.

She is my friend.

-Then what am I? -My colleague.

Hey, my mirror

In you, my reflection is unlike me

Hey, my radio

In you, my words I hear as drizzles

O my confidante

Can an untamed silence speak so softly?

O door of life

Even as you open

Can a thousand fragrances waft in?

O friend

My precious friend

Please tell me

Are you the one who falls upon my soul

As unending raindrops?

To relish poetry, a companion, you are

My companion, you are

If you ask me To reveal hidden abstractions

What can I do?

Please tell me

My friend

My precious friend

Please tell me

-Hey! -Hi!

-He told you everything? -Yes.

He is roaming around town with you. He is being close to you.

He told me everything.

You gave me free rein.

I don't think you like my methods.

No. Nothing like that.

But can you try something else?

Stop!

Yaalan is like this marathon, Mouna.

Got to run until it's finished.

And what if I can't finish?

I can't run anymore…

I hate leaving halfway.

If I start something, I need to finish it.

If you wish to get what you want,

run all the way to the end with me.

Hello and welcome to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

This is RJ Yaalan.

We have Murugan on the line now. Go ahead, Murugan!

Hi, bro.

A call came in on my wife's phone.

I picked up and said she was in the shower.

For that, she sent me a divorce notice!

Her name is Mahati. She's a fan of yours.

-Please convince her. -What is this?

Murugan's problem sounds hilarious, doesn't it?

Few days ago, my wife told me that her colleague gave a party for his divorce.

What is a marriage?

Is it a nuptial thread, a ring, or a document with two signatures?

How much planning goes into it!

But divorce? It happens at the click of a button.

I recently read about the strangest reasons why people get divorced.

A woman in California ended her 22 year marriage

because her husband voted for Trump.

Is that even a reason?

I'll tell you more!

A 93-year-old man, who was happily married for 70 years,

divorced his wife over a letter she wrote to her lover forty years ago.

What do you do when your spouse hides something from you?

A woman in UAE divorced her husband because he was a very good man.

You're doomed if you are bad and you'll also be doomed if you're good.

What can our boys do?

The husband didn't wish good morning.

One guy gets "seenzoned" on WhatsApp

for disliking the film Frozen!

What are you? A mere image you have created of yourself.

An image.

And your spouse?

Images they have created of themselves.

When your opinion of yourself clashes with their opinion of you, trouble begins.

There are billions of reasons to split up, Mahati.

But the only reason to stay united is love.

Murugan's love for you is what makes him offer this apology.

Talk to him, Mahati.

This song goes out to Mahati and Murugan.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Murugan's marriage is not at an end!

-Hey. How's it going? -Great.

Excellent smell. Please check if it's ready.

I'll get it.

Is it cooked?

Good morning, everyone. You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

We have our next caller.

Hello? Is Uncle Yaalan there?

"Uncle Yaalan?" What's your name, kiddo?

I am Madhav. Grade one, section C at St. Joseph's Primary School.

Is it your parents' birthday? What song would you like to dedicate?

No! I want to file a complaint against them.

"Complaint"? What's the problem? Tell me.

Aren't you Uncle Shiva?

Not bad. I'm a household name among first graders!

Excellent. You're right!

I asked to speak to Uncle Yaalan because you won't understand!

Hold on. I'm coming.

-What happened? -I think I should quit.

-Caller's name? -Madhav.

RJ Yaalan here. Tell me what the problem is, Madhav.

Everything is a problem!

The school time table was tormenting me at school

and now I get tortured at home as well.

I need to wake up at 5:00 a.m. and brush my teeth right away.

I must have my energy drink before I wash my mouth.

I must take a dump before I set the glass down.

I must shower before I'm finished.

I must get dressed before I'm dry.

I must have breakfast before I've tucked in my shirt.

The bus arrives in the middle of breakfast.

Once I get on to head to school and return home later, bruised and broken

I need to freshen up and change clothes immediately,

eat whatever is offered whether I like it or not, and do my homework!

Such a torture!

I hate this life!

I want to play with my friends.

I want to watch cartoons.

I want to sleep in on Sundays.

I want to eat ice cream every day.

I want to dance heartily in the rain.

My mother is a big fan of yours.

Could you please talk to her?

What's wrong?

I just talk randomly into the mic.

I see no one before me.

Are they listening to me or not?

I keep talking without receiving reactions.

What am I even doing? Why am I talking?

I have no answers to other's questions

and there's no answer to my questions as well.

Okay, come on. I'm going to show you something.

Here's the reaction you seek.

You talked about this truck on a show, right?

Take a look now.

Just a small change, Yaalan.

But in small ways, this city is changing

because of you.

The answers you seek are in the Bharathiyar poems you read.

Just cheer up!

When swimming in mummy's tummy fear You had not any

Boom, boom, when you opened your eyes

It was a world where fear ruled

Right after the first drool An interview in pre-school

From home, you're shipped To get your wings clipped

In a uniform, you're stuffed In a campus, you're pushed

In homework, you're roasted and toasted

Your tiny heart is foisted and wasted

Your ten-year-old brain Is ranked and failed

Like a robot you're readied

A fragile shoulder is boarded and loaded

Your route to money Is pre-made and re-laid

Your bravery shield Is battered and shattered

To make you sing I am fearless You are frightened and threatened

There is no fear

There is no such thing as fear

There is no fear

There is no such thing as fear

Fear, fear, fear In every waking moment

Fear, fear, fear As you walk the pavement

Fear, fear, fear At the mere thought of school

Of teacher, of torture, of future

Fear, fear, fear, to look at her

Fear, fear, fear, to get closer

Fear, fear, fear, to propose to her

Even when the sky shakes Falls and breaks

When in doubt, when you find out In fear, the world runs about

When dreaming, on awakening In fear, the world is spinning

For the poor, for the rich In fear, the world's in a ditch

Fear of being single Fear of being dumped

Half of life in fear Rest of it in terror

Ghosts and ghouls?

Another virus?

A new infection?

Or a politician?

The stock market?

A pick pocket?

A terrorist?

Or a grocery list?

An interview?

Or a movie queue?

Don't yield, my friend

Let's kill fear and go top gear

There is no fear

There is no such thing as fear

No fear at all

There is no fear

No fear at all

There is no such thing as fear

No fear at all

-Just a minute. I'll be right back. -Okay.

Yes, Mouna. What are you doing here?

What are you doing with my husband in our favorite coffee shop?

I am simply doing what you asked.

I can't watch you do this.

Then, don't watch. Go home.

When will this wrap up, Kajal?

This isn't one of your construction projects to work against a deadline.

It may even take longer than I expected.

You need to trust me. Go home.

Fine.

Did she fell asleep?

Why are you late?

I told you about a meeting, right?

What were you watching?

Why did you shut the laptop when I come over?

It's the script for tomorrow's show. Homework.

No one must see it until it's done. Including you.

Are you happy?

I am always happy.

Do you remember the day we met?

Yes, I do.

That's all I have thought about for the last few days.

Why?

I don't know.

But it's all I think about.

I love your smile.

Do you have any idea how handsome you are?

Someone's here.

-Hey. -It's okay.

-Surprise! -Surprise!

-Time for celebration! -Time for celebration!

-Okay. Whose birthday is it? -Time for celebration!

-Birthday? -Birthday?

They've chosen you to be a producer for a prime time show at Isai FM in Chennai!

-Me? -All thanks to our show in Pondy!

Our show is the top rated show

-on every station in Tamil Nadu! -Wow! Congratulations.

Congrats, Yaalan!

I don't get it.

-Should I move to Chennai now? -Yes!

A prime time show, Yaalan. Don't you get it?

You are going to be heard all over Tamil Nadu.

Indians all over the world will listen to you every day.

But the two of us will miss you a lot.

Same here!

The listeners will be fine.

-They love it when I talk. -Hey!

But we'll miss you.

-Especially the biryani-- -Really? Is that it?

Don't lose sight of this cake while you think of biryani. Cut it!

-Come, Mo! -Come!

-Yeah! -Go Yaalan!

Superb!

You've got the freedom you wanted, Mouna!

But don't forget about us. Give us a huge treat! Got it?

Shut up!

Bye.

-We'll get going. Let's go. Bye. -What?

-What's wrong? -Bye.

-You blabbermouth! -What did I do?

So all of you want me to leave for Chennai.

Divya didn't mean it.

If you wish, you can stay here.

What do you mean?

I was jobless then. I had no friends.

You were all I had.

Yet you prioritized work and came to Pondy.

For the first time, I've gotten a job I like.

You know that well.

You could've said, "Let's go to Chennai. I'll have someone cover my post."

Or you could've asked me not to go.

Why are you speaking for me?

You can leave if you want to.

So basically, my presence or absence doesn't matter to you.

I'm wrong either way.

No. You needn't say anything.

I'm aware.

You didn't mean it when you asked me to stay.

You like being alone. Away from me.

As Divya said, enjoy your freedom.

I'm leaving.

Come over whenever you want to see me.

Talk to me whenever you feel like it.

I won't disturb you.

Enjoy your space!

Until then, you won't even get a call from me!

It all began on this terrace.

It has come to an end.

Thank you, Kajal.

It's not over yet.

He'll be back.

I'm not going to call him again.

You must not disturb him either.

-Hey! Yaalan from Pondy, right? -Yes.

-Welcome to Chennai. -Hi!

-He's our boss. -Greetings, sir.

Thank you, sir.

-This folder here. -This one?

-Yes. This is how you answer calls. -Okay.

-Good to go. All the best! -Thank you.

Hi, listeners of Isai FM Chennai! This is RJ Yaalan.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

The topic of my first show,

is something we all love and that is, food!

Even the mere aroma of cooking gets our stomachs rumbling!

Would you believe me if I said those beautiful moments we wait

for food to be served are getting lost because of the fast food?

But that's the truth.

To counter fast food, we must bring in a slow food revolution!

When we consume fast food to save an hour on cooking…

but we lose 30 years of our lives to instant heart attacks.

Tell me what's important.

Option A, an hour. Or option B, 30 years of your life.

Log in to the Isai FM app and vote.

Here's one of my favorite food songs for you.

This is RJ Yaalan. You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

A new special show comes your way from tomorrow!

Isai FM's first live show.

To know more, watch it live on the Isai FM app tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

This is RJ Yaalan. You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end here!

PALMALI BABA

OPEN UP AND KNOW THYSELF PALMALI BABA'S MOTTO

NO SHAME! NO EMBARRASSMENT!

Why are they acting as if they are possessed?

Just play along!

-Dance. -And at ease!

-Hail the saint! -Hail the saint!

-You may ask him your questions. -Hail the saint!

Only one question per person.

Hey! Ask him a question that leaves him mortified.

-Hey! -I meant ask one terrific question!

My name is Pradakshana.

What production?

She didn't say production. Her name is Pradakshana!

Beautiful name!

What is this "Inner Doctoring" you speak of, Baba?

Investing millions to get a medical degree is a complete waste!

-All doctors are useless! -That's how he makes money!

The heart is the true doctor!

If I simply say "heal", every ailment in my body will heal!

Pain will fade away!

This art of learning is known as "Inner Doctoring"!

-Got it, children? -Hail the saint!

-Now, on my way here, I had a headache. -Hail the saint!

I said to it, "My devotees are waiting for me in the scorching sun.

Quit torturing me!"

It just scurried away!

How about the time when you went to a hospital in Singapore for treatment--

You are done with your turn, dear!

You must take a special appointment and meet in private to ask another question.

-Have a seat. -Next!

-Baba! -I have a question!

The third man with the beard in the second line.

The floor is yours!

My name is Yaalan!

-I only have one question. -Ask away, my child!

Come on, man!

After destroying fifty acres of forest land,

taking loans to plant saplings,

buying a small island with that money,

raping 17 of your devotees who came to learn "Inner Doctoring",

escaping their lawsuit saying you didn't have the equipment for it,

claiming to have created black holes where sheep turn into talking cows,

speaking whatever you want,

and fooling these millions of devotees clad in white clothes

who applaud at everything you say, how can you still be happy?

-So-- -Didn't you understand me?

One question per person! You asked so many questions.

Sir, I guess you didn't hear me properly. I asked just one question.

Alright.

-Answer him. -Answer me, Baba.

Millions of listeners are waiting live for your response.

Listen up, kid!

You must not tarnish my image with questions like these!

It's wrong of you to pose such questions without evidence!

You acted inappropriately with a girl in the name of teaching Inner Doctoring.

Her parents told me so.

They even filed a police complaint. I have their video statement.

I asked you this question based on that evidence.

Answer me, Baba. Everyone's waiting!

We know. But we won't answer!

-Tamannah. -Speak into the mic.

You can answer me while you put on your shades.

No comments!

Why, Baba?

-Make way! -Answer me!

-Our listeners are awaiting your answer! -Who let them in?

-Baba, mic… -Bless me, Baba!

-May you be ruined! -Baba, the nation wants to know!

-Answer me now! -Come along.

-Baba! -Please, Baba!

-Let's hurry! Get the jeep! -Baba…

We filed a complaint based on the parental testimony from last week's show.

Palmali Bala will be arrested soon!

But his political clout will secure his release!

Or he'll run off to the island he bought for himself!

But you need to teach your kids good touch and bad touch!

There are several such Palmali Babas all over town!

You're listening to "Kalam"! This is RJ Yaalan.

This is Isai FM 103.2.

Let's bring an end to people like him!

-Hello? -Hello, Mouna.

Yaalan's killing it out here.

Everyone's talking about him!

Thanks.

How's our project going on over there?

I'm not feeling well, boss.

-Can I call you later? -Okay, Mouna. Take care.

Yaalan?

At your service!

Your favorite fish fry!

I came to tell you a truth.

It might shock you.

Or it might be what you've been wanting all this time.

I have a new girlfriend.

I came to introduce her to you.

Come.

She's waiting outside. Watch your step.

Surprise!

This is my new girlfriend. Just delivered today.

My first trip was to see you!

The smell of fish? Your favorite, right?

Congratulations, Yaal. You finally bought a car.

Thank you.

Alright. I must get going.

I'm still mad at you.

You haven't called me or texted me or come to see me.

Your boss told me you were unwell. So I came by.

-Take care, Mo. Bye! See you. -Hey.

You can have dinner and go.

No, thanks. You eat alone.

I'll only keep yammering.

Enjoy your freedom. I'm sorry if I disturbed you.

Okay, bye.

Hi!

It's Yaalan!

Hi! Whose car is this?

It's mine! I just bought it today.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

-Take me for a drive. -Come!

If you ever buy a car, would you take me on a long drive?

I don't think I will ever buy a car.

And even if I do, who else can I take out?

You can get off here, Malar.

You've made it this far. You can go a little further, right?

Let's not.

Mouna might misunderstand.

She's like a child.

You haven't done anything wrong yet.

Then why are you afraid?

Alright. Good night.

Good night.

-Bye. -Bye.

Are you trying to kill me?

I did think about it.

I made a mistake, Kajal.

I shouldn't have come to you.

-I want my husband back. -What?

Yaalan has changed, Kajal!

I must thank you for that.

He goes to work. He talks less.

But I feel the same love for him which I had when I saw him for the first time.

He has changed completely.

It's not he who has changed, Mouna.

It's you!

Yaalan's the same as he always was.

Fine.

You needn't meet or talk to him anymore.

I want my Yaalan back.

An unexpected thing is happening in my life.

It's unbelievable.

I'm in love.

I'm in love with your husband.

What the hell!

I told you to back off, right?

I am not some dumb toy to follow your every command!

I'm a human being as well!

Yaalan is my lawfully wedded husband.

What you are talking about is illegal!

Oh! Illegal?

Then let's go to court!

Tell them that you paid me to seduce your lawfully wedded husband!

Let's not talk about the court.

Let's go to Yaalan.

Let's go right now!

Are you threatening me?

Fine. Go to court.

Go to Yaalan.

Reveal everything!

I am not afraid.

I'll be afraid only if I am alive.

Understand this.

By the time you tell Yaalan the truth…

I'll kill myself. So, go! Go!

You played the suicide card to blackmail me and to seduce him.

Now, you resort to the same trick to separate me and him!

Threat. Plea. Blackmail. Call it whatever you want!

I… I really don't care!

I need Yaalan, Kajal.

You must not see him or talk to him anymore!

I wore this around my neck to remind myself

that there are no good men in this world.

Hey Come out, Kajal!

Come out, Kajal!

-Hey! Come out! -Come here!

-Come out! -Kajal!

-Come out! -Come on out!

-Stop hiding! Come out! -Come out!

-Come out! -Come out!

-You flaunt your crappy degree. -Come on out!

-Come out! -You need a PhD to be a home-wrecker?

-Come out! -Stop it, man! What's this?

-What are you doing? -Who the hell are you?

-It's not her! -Get going!

-Get going! -Mouna!

Why are you interfering?

Don't create problems. My fight is with Kajal!

-Quit yelling! -Kajal!

I have a problem with her as well.

Tell me what the issue is.

The four of us met at a bar.

While drinking over our tragic lives,

we realized that Kajal was the one who ruined us all!

I lost my life, my family and every single thing!

Call her outside!

She won't let me meet my five year old child!

I want to meet Kajal!

-Okay. Please! -Call her here!

-Kajal! -Please!

-Hey! Get out here! -Sheeba!

-I'm not coming, ma'am! -Sheeba!

-Don't be scared. Come here. -Come out!

-Come here! -Hey!

-Please stop yelling. -Tell her to call her.

-Please! -Where is she?

Where is she hiding?

-Where is Kajal? -I honestly don't know.

As usual, I came by to open the clinic--

To heck with--

-Stop lying! -She didn't text me. Her car isn't here.

Samant!

I think she'll be at the Hiranandani apartments in Chennai, ma'am.

"Hiranandani"?

Okay. Hold on.

Stay put.

Hello?

Listen up, Ram.

-Don't you stay at Hiranandani? -Yes.

Do you know anyone there called Kajal?

"Do I know her?"

My life is in a mess because of her!

She added my wife to my college WhatsApp group…

When it comes to splitting people up, she is second to none!

Wow!

It's not just you, Ram.

There's an entire team in Pondy that's out for her blood!

Will you do what I say without asking any questions?

-Is this the place? -Yes.

-Upstairs? House G-3? -G-3. Yes.

-Check, one, two, three. Can you hear me? -Yes.

Why is a man always blamed when things go wrong in a relationship?

Why is there a gender bias in this regard?

Anyone can commit a mistake.

Our show "Kalam" is meant to showcase this.

This is Isai FM 103.2. Happiness knows no end here.

This is RJ Yaalan.

Last week, we learned about Palmali Baba, who ruined the lives of many women.

We exposed him as well!

This week, we have a mystery woman who has ruined the lives of many men.

Who is she? What did she do? Would you like to know?

Stay tuned to Isai FM 103.2. This is RJ Yaalan.

Let's ring the bell. Ding-dong.

All the best.

We're live, bro!

Hello. I'm RJ Yaalan.

I'm with Isai FM.

I'm here to ask questions for "The Kalam Show".

You needn't state your name. Your voice will be masked as well.

Please come in.

We heard you have ruined the lives of many married men.

Is that true?

No.

I've only exposed men who have ruined the lives of women.

Are their lives a joke to you?

We are the ones who are a mere joke to men.

My father eloped with my mother's best friend to Dubai

right after I was born.

My math teacher taught classes while getting all handsy with me.

My best friend stuck his hands down my shirt while I was asleep.

My professor would only approve my thesis if I got down on my knees before him.

And despite all this, I fell in love with a man.

His name is…

That's not relevant.

I met him in Chennai.

After six months of roaming the town with him, I became crazy about him.

I married him as well.

It was during our honeymoon I realized that I was not his only wife.

Any woman in my place would have been shattered.

But I am not like other women.

I have a PhD in psychology.

It wasn't just me who was betrayed.

My education, intellect and hard work was a part of the betrayal as well!

Unlike other women, I couldn't afford to be crushed.

They arrested him. He was sent to prison.

That's when I realized the bitter truth.

Not a single man in this world is a good man.

And if any man is referred to as a good person,

then I would be the one to prove the world wrong.

I ripped off the masks of many such men.

Some of those men have given you a wrong impression of me.

It was my strong belief that there are no good men.

I had no love or warmth in my heart.

But one man proved me wrong.

He proved to me that no matter how close a woman gets,

a real man would always take a step back

saying that it's inappropriate.

I have lost the battle.

Do you want to know the severity of that defeat?

I fell in love with you.

Are you done? Any further questions?

Hi!

Mouna?

-What are you doing in the dark? -Why are you in Chennai?

I've handed over my project to Ram.

I won't ever leave you again.

Okay.

"Okay"?

You're capable of one-word answers?

Really?

Care for some coffee?

-What's the matter? -Nothing.

Why are you so dull?

I don't know how to explain it. Please don't probe me, Mouna.

It's because of Kajal, right?

What did you say?

What makes you say that?

It's not important.

It is important to me.

Will you tell me?

It's because it was me who asked her to love you.

Why?

To strengthen our relationship.

Look into my eyes and speak, Mouna.

You're lying.

If I fell in love with her,

you'd use that as an excuse to divorce me, right?

Yes!

That's why I did it!

I didn't know how to handle you.

I'm a lunatic. I tried all kinds of things!

Is that why you asked another woman to love me?

You could've just poisoned me instead!

It would've been quick.

Please don't!

-Please! -I'm an idiot.

I got deceived into thinking that I had someone who matched my feelings.

You know, Mouna?

At times, I was afraid I'd fall in love with her.

Please trust me.

It's all a lie. She's a fraud. It was all an act!

Please trust me!

I see it now.

Everything was a lie.

Be it her or be it you… Your smile is a lie as well.

Be it friendship or love, everything is a lie!

No!

No!

Please listen.

Let's start afresh.

Let's have a baby just the way you wanted.

"Start afresh"?

"Have a baby?" What the hell are you saying?

You've shattered me to pieces!

Why do you want this now?

Smash everything!

This home of ours!

Our memories!

Smash everything!

You killed us, Mouna.

You killed my Mouna.

Whence emanate the tender notes?

Does a lute breathe this tune?

Whence emanate the tender notes?

Does a lute breathe this tune?

Does it gush down from lofty peaks?

Does it rain down from silvery skies?

Does it gush down from lofty peaks?

Does it rain down from silvery skies?

Caressing a temple's spire

Caressing the sea waves

Caressing a temple's spire

Caressing the sea waves

Caressing a tall tree's leaves

Does it come to caress my aching heart?

The beauty of the sky entire

Is it sent as a song here?

I wish to stay in your heart

Take me in your embrace, my love

Welcome to Isai FM 103.2. Happiness knows no end here.

Greetings, listeners. This is RJ Yaalan.

This is my last show.

Yes, you heard that right.

This is my final broadcast.

Even today, many of you keep asking about my show in Pondy

where I spoke of silly reasons about why couples get divorced.

There's a similarly interesting story in our city.

It involves a wife who doesn't know how to part ways with her husband.

So, she asks another woman

to seduce him and make him fall in love with her.

And if he does fall for the other woman,

the wife would use that as a reason

to get a divorce.

When the husband, whose whole world whirls around his wife

learns the truth…

what will he do?

Option A, he must forgive and take her back.

Option B, he must divorce her.

You have ten minutes.

Get on our radio app and vote.

Your time starts… now.

Many of you are voting.

Don't forget that your vote will decide the husband's future.

Time's up.

I'm closing the poll.

260,000 people have voted.

87% of you went with option B.

Divorce is what you have chosen for him.

So be it.

Well… I'm the husband in question.

I accept your decision.

My wife wished for a divorce…

and I am ready for it.

I apologize to my station head and to all of you

for misusing this show for my personal issue.

I did not expect this beautiful journey of mine to end so quickly.

I've only quit my job.

I haven't quit speaking.

You don't quit either.

Keep asking questions.

If we ever stop asking questions, we cease to exist.

For the final time…

this is RJ Yaalan.

You are listening to Isai FM 103.2.

Happiness knows no end.

You weren't lying when you claimed to love Bharathiyar's poetry. It was true.

If he wasn't your favorite, you wouldn't have sung soulfully.

It's true you tried to deceive me at Mouna's request.

But you weren't acting.

You were being yourself with me.

When I learnt Surya had deceived me…

I thought that all the love, poetry and music

within me had died.

When I came into your house, all that was dead sprung back to life.

I want to live my life with you.

I can't pretend to be your friend.

I'm in love with you.

Living together would be like being in solitude.

I see myself in you.

Everyone looks for ten similarities in a partner.

But I looked for ten differences between Mouna and me.

That was the beauty of our relationship.

She never understood that.

I cannot imagine a life beyond Mouna.

I cannot.

But after things got so toxic,

I cannot stay in that relationship.

I've sent her divorce papers.

I neither want Mouna.

Nor do I want anyone else in her place.

I'm sorry, Mo--

Malar.

Kajal.

I didn't come to fight.

I came to apologize.

For what?

I wanted to split up with Yaalan for my peace

but I didn't consider your feelings.

I didn't think how that would affect you.

I shouldn't have said what I said that day on the street.

I'm sorry, Kajal.

You're an expert on storms, right?

You're well aware that our lives have been struck by a raging storm.

It has wrecked everything that took years to build.

What are we supposed to do?

We rebuild everything from scratch.

Start rebuilding your life.

What about you?

I was splitting up people who were happy.

I will start uniting those on the verge of splitting up.

One selfie, please.

Thank you, sir.

Priya and Anand! Come on in.

How are you?

You told me not to speak…

Or to text you.

But for all these months…

one question has been bothering me.

Can I ask you?

What?

When you first saw Kajal…

why was there so much joy on your face?

When?

The day you got the job.

At the coffee shop.

Was Malarvizhi there that day?

A random girl was chilling there, just like you.

It reminded me of when I first saw you in Kochi.

I was thinking about you.

Was that Malarvizhi?

It's lunchtime! Everyone come back at 2:00 p.m.

-Ma'am, order please. -One filter coffee.

Okay.

Your order, sir.

I will lose this job as well.

Sister, I don't wish to disturb him.

You place the order.

-Do you have coffee? -Yes.

Cappuccino, espresso, double espresso, café latte, café mocha or flat white?

Filter coffee?

-Two filter coffees. -Okay.

Nothing for me.

Ma'am, should I get two coffees?

Before, you'd ask me questions

and now I am the one asking you questions.

Do you know how much I miss you?

I read the books you used to read every day.

J. K, Jayakanthan, Fromm…

Their love stories have really hurt me.

You be yourself. I'll be myself.

I will not change anything for you.

You don't have to give up anything for me.

After all, what is true love?

Isn't it the freedom…

we give one another?

I know you won't believe me, Yaalan.

I made the kind of mistake no wife would have committed.

I know I hurt you a lot.

I'm sorry!

I need you, Yaalan.

I need you, Yaalan.

I need you, Yaalan!

Read how much ever you want!

Cook anything you want!

Talk as much as you please!

I'll keep listening to you.

I promise!

I promise! Promise…

Promise!

I need you, Yaalan! Please!

I can't live without you!

You be yourself.

I'll be myself.

I didn't change myself for you.

You needn't change yourself for me either.

That's who I always was.

And will continue to be so.

Will you do the same, Mo?

Trust me.

Please.

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