15/07/2026
*A sitcom in three acts, this one.*
Act I: I sprinted to the station like a man chasing his own destiny, lungs on fire, dignity on the platform floor only to discover, hours later and several stops too late, that destiny had actually booked its ticket for *tomorrow.* Comedy doesn’t knock, apparently. It just books the wrong date.
Act II: Enter Tirunelveli’s finest , a squadron of Rapido drivers with the temperament of monsoon clouds who, after much grumbling and negotiating, I decided to take the train itself to Ambasamudram. And what a reveal: whitewashed houses leaning gently against the Western Ghats, the whole town humming with Konjum Mainakkale energy, like it stepped straight out of a soft-focus film reel.
Act III: All that chaos, it turns out, was just the universe clearing its throat before the real show : and Soorya, tying the knot in a ceremony so tender it left every heart in the room a little softer. A radiant bride , a groom clutching her hand like letting go wasn’t in his vocabulary. Love, it seems, really does win even over eventually :)
Bonus round: made some brilliant new friends in .ben_n and , and somewhere between the vows and the visiting, a pineapple chutney I still can’t get over 🍍