For me, Madras has always been the place where I go to visit my grandparents, hang out with my uncle and aunt and kid around with my cousins. Madras has always meant long days at the beach, throwing sand on each other, the sea-water seeping into our clothes, leaving salt in places which have never seen the sun. Madras is loafing around at Spencers
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I went by to see if your website's still open. Found out that it was closed. What happened?
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I feel somehow constrained out there, it's more raw out there........and especially the whether it's just hot!
The best part is the beach, it's just too awesome, but I just wished people would take more care of the age old sea.......
Hey it's like Im writing my own journal here, but forgive me for that!
Yea, the most visible memory that I have chennai, is the abundant cows loitering around, and the sound of express trains, tea shops, and not to forget the ubiquitous tvs champ...........
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Adding you on, hope that's okay! (got here from aivalli)
talking with incredible familiarity to the watchman and the maid
And yes I miss this in Bangalore as well. You are right, this usually happens in Madras! :)
By the way, I'd love to see the post about the miracle! Here's the reminded you have asked for ;)
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