Rishi smiled warmly at Revathi's dedication. "Nice. Keep it up," he said encouragingly.
Over the next few hours, as the train continued its journey south, Rishi found himself helping Revathi refine her speech. They debated phrases, practiced intonation, and shared stories from their college days, bonding in the quiet hum of the sleeper coach. Time seemed to slip by unnoticed.
By nightfall, the Tamil Nadu Express pulled into Chennai Central station after lot's of delay and time is 11pm. The bustling city was alive with lights, sounds, and a vibrant energy that was both overwhelming and comforting. And he told all the best to Ajay for his exam.
Rishi pulled out his phone to check a bus for Sriperumbudur, but soon realized buses at this hour were unavailable.
Revathi's things fell down and Rishi noticed, helping her gather them and carry them on his trunk. When he asked where her college was located, and she asked where he needed to go, he first told Sriperumbudur. Then she said:
"My college is in Thiruvallur district," she said. "Sriperumbudur is nearby. Why don't you come with me? I can help you get closer to your destination."
Grateful, Rishi agreed. They boarded a late-night train together, the city streets flashing past as they talked quietly.
Upon reaching Thiruvallur, the late hour and sparse transport options meant their journey couldn't continue immediately.
Revathi smiled apologetically. "You'll have to stay with me tonight. My reunion committee arranged rooms for attendees at a guest house nearby."
Though hesitant at first, Rishi accepted the kindness. The guest house was modest but clean, with soft lights and quiet corners — a perfect shelter for the unexpected pause.
Inside, Rishi met some of Revathi's friends—young faces filled with laughter and stories, all buzzing about the reunion the next day. They welcomed him warmly, curious about the NRI engineer who'd suddenly joined their fold.
The following morning, Revathi gently nudged Rishi. "You don't have to be part of the reunion, but please—come and listen to my speech. It means a lot."
Rishi hesitated but agreed, moved by her earnest request.
At the reunion hall, Revathi took the stage. Her voice was clear, melodic, and touched with sincerity. Her words painted vivid pictures of friendship, growth, and the bittersweet passage of time.
Afterward, her friends approached Rishi.
"Your friend has a sweet, beautiful voice," one said. "You're lucky to hear her speech. She's really good."
Rishi nodded, a quiet pride swelling inside. In that moment, amidst strangers and stories, he felt a growing sense of belonging.