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.
Why madrasi?
That's the name people from the rest of India call somebody from the southern part of the country. You could hail from Venkatanarasimharajuvaripeta but you are still a madrasi. Once a term of mockery, it passes off today as an endearment by a relative trying to come across as indulgent. Read on for some eloquent observations on this practice.
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.
Why madrasi?
That's the name people from the rest of India call somebody from the southern part of the country. You could hail from Venkatanarasimharajuvaripeta but you are still a madrasi. Once a term of mockery, it passes off today as an endearment by a relative trying to come across as indulgent. Read on for some eloquent observations on this practice.
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