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,
was the city of traditional homes, inner courtyards,
Kolams adorning doorways,
Kolams adorning doorways,
the ubiquitous places of worship at every street corner,
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)
