Home coming

I’m in Madras for the first time in five years. Practically everyone I’d met in those years assured me that I wouldn’t recognize Madras at all. ….

After about four days here, I’m astounded by how little it has changed. Places I remember from my college days are exactly where they used to be – …….

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The streets are as full of Mamas on their scooters as they are with younger men who look cool despite the April heat because they are on their Yamahas

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As I laugh helplessly at these and a myriad other outrageous innuendos and real complaints, I realize that I am very much home indeed.