Taramani Page #2

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If you ask for it, I'd even rob a bank

to get you 3 million in 3 minutes.

Then why did it

take you 30 days?

Sowmya, I'll whack you!

Thanks.

Three hours later, she

departed from Chennai.

I feel strange.

I didn't feel like working.

Or eating. Or sleeping.

Thank God for Skype! I don't know

what I'd have done without it.

Exquisite Sowmya! You're

crying even in the U.S?

I'm not able to sleep at nights.

You miss me too much?

No.

Jetlag.

Woman!

I work night shifts at

a call-center, too.

Is that something to cry about?

You never cry for anything?

Someday, I will make you cry.

Okay, wipe those tears and go to sleep.

I'm sleepy.

Wait! Don't fall asleep.

Talk to me.

I'm sleepy now. Good night.

Wait! Now my sleep-cycle is broken.

Please talk for a while longer.

Go to sleep, Monkey. I've got

a long day ahead tomorrow.

Don't be so selfish!

- You're the selfish one. Good night.

Sowmya...

Sowmya!

You've put on lipstick?

Isn't it nice?

You've changed your hairstyle?

Yes, I can't braid my

hair all the time.

What's with that top?

You're freaking out for that?

Now watch this...

Tadah!

Can't see?

OH NO!

My Exquisite Sowmya, the

traditionalist from M.G.R. Road...

how did she change so suddenly

when she went to work abroad?

I still don't believe it.

Unlike our country where people

ogle at fully covered bodies...

dressing down is not

a problem here.

Prabhu, listen to me!

I'm with a friend.

I'll call you later.

Please, Prabhu! Try

to understand.

I've been calling you

for so many days!

I told you I'd call you back.

She said she'd call back. But it

took her several days to do so.

Bye.

You finally felt

like calling me?

I have to say something.

Will you listen to me?

Tell me.

I couldn't find

another job here.

I don't know how I'll

repay your 300 thousand.

There are problems at home, too.

- That's not a problem.

Come back home. I'll handle it.

I have something important to say

to you. Please don't get mad.

What?

I met somebody here.

He is an Indian.

He wants to marry me. He

even has a citizenship here.

Stop joking, Sowmya.

- I'm being serious.

Let's be practical about it...

Practical, my foot!

Sowmya, listen to me.

Come back. I'll handle it.

I'll call you later, Prabhu.

I'm busy.

Wait a minute, Sowmya!

Hello?

B*tch.

She never spoke

to me after that.

Her phone stopped working.

The mails I sent

her bounced back.

She'd gone beyond my coverage area.

She was lost to me.

I went where one went when

they have nowhere to go.

Railway Station- Taramani.

Stupid idiot!

Had you fallen, you'd have

turned to gravy, you know?

Like gooey masala gravy.

Get lost!

Barnabas.

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