The next morning, the sun rose gently, and a soft wind danced across Chennai's streets. Mani wandered along the riverbank, notebook in hand, thinking of all the magical chaos, songs, and lessons from the past days. Suddenly, the breeze carried a melody, almost as if the city itself was singing:
"When the breeze blows, things happen, things happen.
In the forest, every drop of dew is like a pearl."
From the nearby trees, random friends appeared: Krishna swung from a low branch, Gajanan tried balancing on a small rock, Bharath laughed at his own clumsy antics, and Sunitha twirled like a leaf caught in the wind. Mani's heart lifted.
"When the breeze blows, things happen, things happen.
In the forest, if a friend comes, it's a delight."
Even Laya appeared, shyly peeking from behind a flower bush, her hair catching the sunlight like scattered gold. Mani felt a smile spread across his face — this was the magic of randomness, the joy of friendship, and the simplicity of life wrapped into one gentle wind.
"Oh, the wind, the wind.
Oh, the surprise, the top.
Oh, the wind, the wind."
The group joined in, laughing, spinning, dancing in the breeze. Shalini and Monal clapped while mimicking dramatic flourishes; Parthasarathy and Pooja tossed tiny flower petals like confetti. The breeze seemed to carry their laughter across the river, mixing with the rustling leaves and twinkling sunlight.
"When the breeze blows, things happen, things happen.
In the forest, every drop of dew is like a pearl.
When the breeze blows, things happen, things happen.
In the forest, if a friend comes, it's a delight."
Mani took a deep breath, feeling that moment stretch — every small laugh, every playful glance, every random appearance of a friend became a verse, a line in life's own song. The breeze whispered through the trees, and he realized: sometimes, the most beautiful moments aren't planned — they just happen, like dew on leaves, like friends appearing unexpectedly, like magic stirring quietly in the air.
And somewhere in the midst of it all, Laya's shy smile shimmered like a pearl in the sunlight, reminding Mani that life's simplest joys were often the most profound.