Chennai
revisited,
is a different city
from the one I remember as a child.
from the one I remember as a child.
Chennai or Madras as it was called then,
the ubiquitous places of worship at every street corner,
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flower vendors everywhere,
endless festivals,
Gulmohar trees,
a cool breeze wafting through quiet streets
and friendly faces.
(All images: Pinterest, Global Nomad, Storyboarding: Global Nomad)