Antha Sivagami from Pattanathil Bootham

22nd January 2011. 7:09am. A short message service sings its way through my room. Wake Up SMS ?? Nice. Swell.
சொல்ல வந்த வார்த்தை சொன்ன வார்த்தை சொல்லப்போகும்
வார்த்தை யாவும் நெஞ்சில் இனிக்கும்
என்ன என்ன கேட்டு என்ன சொன்ன என்ன ஆனேன்
இந்த மயக்கம் எங்கோ இழுக்குதே

Again. That mushy, saccharine sweet, blatant wee hour voice wishing me good morning. Post SMS. Is this what they call walking on air? I am. All while, laying awake in bed, mobile perched on my ears. Nectarous. Toothsome, or rather, earsome. Merci Beacoup. That's thank you very much, in French - the language of love.
Again, for him. Pay heed to the lyrics.