Chennai. Down pour.Flood. Whatever said and done, I miss my Chennai days.
Those carefree days. Friends.My wonderful flat at Besant Nagar, away from the noise of the city, which had a terrace facing the sea and roads with trees on either side.
The book sellers on the foot-path.The Rajastani ladies who sold stone ornaments.
Those evening strolls by the seaside. Those masala corns, ice tea and chat near the beach. Punjabi Dhaba. Karaikudi Chettinad Restaurant.Cafe Coffee day.And much more..
Those were the days.
Those were my days!