I've been back from Chennai for almost two months now, and flipping through the images in my camera, I find plenty that I planned to share with you, but never did. So, quickly now, here goes:
I used to walk to Elliot's beach every weekend morning and run along the water. The stray dogs would be out at the time, sniffing through the leftovers of the previous night's revelry. When the tide comes in, all the footprints are washed away.
After my run, I would fortify myself with filter coffee at Murugan Idli, before the long walk back.
One weekend, I woke up at 4 am and went on a 48 km cycle ride with fifty other people, from Chennai to Mamallapuram. We watched the sun rise along the way.
It was about 7 am at this point and the day promised to be a scorcher.
At around kilometer number 39, I saw this lotus point on the opposite side of the road. After I parked my cycle on the left, it took me about five minutes to limp across the 15 foot road, to take this picture. I really ought to cycle more.
She was very nice about letting me take her picture. I, on the other hand, felt awfully touristy.
Kolams to decorate the house before the Savitri pooja. It's a festival when unmarried women and girls pray for the well-being of their future husbands... Or something like that... I was too busy giggling with my cousins to pay attention.
Ah, T Nagar. I could've spent a lot more time there. The shopping was lovely, the food good, and the sights, occasionally outrageous.
The evening before I left, we went to Elliot's beach again, ate chaat, south Indian style, and left our own footprints for the tide to wash away.
Oh and, I also had my fortune told. According to this lady, my future's pretty grim.
I used to walk to Elliot's beach every weekend morning and run along the water. The stray dogs would be out at the time, sniffing through the leftovers of the previous night's revelry. When the tide comes in, all the footprints are washed away.
After my run, I would fortify myself with filter coffee at Murugan Idli, before the long walk back.
One weekend, I woke up at 4 am and went on a 48 km cycle ride with fifty other people, from Chennai to Mamallapuram. We watched the sun rise along the way.
It was about 7 am at this point and the day promised to be a scorcher.
At around kilometer number 39, I saw this lotus point on the opposite side of the road. After I parked my cycle on the left, it took me about five minutes to limp across the 15 foot road, to take this picture. I really ought to cycle more.
She was very nice about letting me take her picture. I, on the other hand, felt awfully touristy.
Kolams to decorate the house before the Savitri pooja. It's a festival when unmarried women and girls pray for the well-being of their future husbands... Or something like that... I was too busy giggling with my cousins to pay attention.
Ah, T Nagar. I could've spent a lot more time there. The shopping was lovely, the food good, and the sights, occasionally outrageous.
The evening before I left, we went to Elliot's beach again, ate chaat, south Indian style, and left our own footprints for the tide to wash away.
Oh and, I also had my fortune told. According to this lady, my future's pretty grim.
These pictures are gorgeous. Madras has its own feel :) Hope you are having fun in the last few months at home!!
ReplyDeleteGreat photos Nithya! Almost made me want to visit. :P
ReplyDelete@Deepti, thanks. :) I'm having a pretty good time of it, I must admit.
ReplyDelete@Onnesha, almost, eh? That's high praise indeed. :)
I thinks it's high time we get inspired from men in black and make sabjiwali in black. The lead actress ofcourse would be the sabjiwali. Please send her portfolio to bollywood or hollywood ASAP.
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