Travel, like charity, is best begun from home. It is not until we appreciate what we have close to us that we can truly appreciate what we seek elsewhere. And the farther we travel, the more our appreciation deepens for these sights, sounds, and smells that collectively evoke that sense of 'home'.
Home, to me, happens to be madras (chennai), basking in whose sunshine and sweating in whose humidity i grew up. regardless of how far away from it i happen to be, i feel the wind of its beaches, the sounds of its streets, every time i hear its name. life may take me anywhere, but i think my soul will come to roost in chennai.
it is only natural then, that any attempt of mine to start a travel blog shall begin with sharing an image or two of this city that has seen the best and worst of me.
Home, to me, happens to be madras (chennai), basking in whose sunshine and sweating in whose humidity i grew up. regardless of how far away from it i happen to be, i feel the wind of its beaches, the sounds of its streets, every time i hear its name. life may take me anywhere, but i think my soul will come to roost in chennai.
it is only natural then, that any attempt of mine to start a travel blog shall begin with sharing an image or two of this city that has seen the best and worst of me.
a twilight view of the iconic marina beach of chennai, seen from the top of the lighthouse.
the kapaleeswara temple in mylapore, the bright electric lights on its centuries old facade reflected in the waters of its tank.
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