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Welcome to my Madras. A quotidian madras, where, much as cows chewing on last week’s film posters ponder the bustle around them, I browse the city of my youth, camera in hand. There are other snapshots too, from travels near and far, the southern states, all 'madras' in a sense; and beyond, whose only link is in the eye of the lens that beheld them. |
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