Grief, Pride & Hope In My Submerged City

Its been eerily silent this past week. I normally revel in the quiet of my neighbourhood, but this is the silence of devastation. Of a city knocked to its knees.  I miss the sounds I whined about. Of engines backfiring in the distance. Of the howling of strays or the keening of koels that shake me from my sleep at…

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The Presence Of Absence

The Armenian church is in Georgetown, the chaotic trading quarter of Chennai that I don’t ordinarily frequent. The last time I ventured into the area was in search of a particular shade and texture of hand made paper for invites to my stone furniture sale! That, I am ashamed to admit, was over a decade ago. An exhibition to commemorate the Armenian…

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The City I Call Home

On the East coast of India facing the Bay of Bengal, directly across the peninsula from the place where i was born, sits Chennai, formerly Madras, of the ‘checks‘ and ‘curry‘ fame. Where St Thomas, the Apostle, was martyred in 70 AD, and the British East India Company built their first major settlement (in India) in 1639. Where cricket…

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