Video - Morning Symphony: A Tale of Appams and Silence

INT. APARTMENT KITCHEN - MORNING SOUND of coffee machine gurgling, soft jazz playing in the background Anya, a young woman in her early 20s, sits alone at a small, wooden kitchen table. A half-eaten bowl of cereal and a nearly empty milk carton sit before her. Anya stares out the window, her gaze lost in thought. Her reflection in the windowpane is a pale, almost translucent image of herself. Back home, mornings were a symphony. The sizzle of appams, the earthy aroma of coconut milk. A FLASHBACK: A warm, sun-drenched kitchen. Anya's hands, nimble and practiced, flip delicate appams in a hot pan. The rich, golden brown appams steam, their lace-like patterns a testament to her skill. The aroma of freshly ground coconut fills the air. Now, it's cereal and silence. A world away from that. She looks down at her cereal, the sweetness of the milk contrasting sharply with the bitterness in her heart. A single tear escapes her eye and drops into the bowl.