Aside from filter coffee, idli & sambar, temple architecture, Pondy Bazaar, there's significantly more than meets the eye to a place like Madras. The Chennai you know is not the Madras I grew in.
Madras is where we caught some days, kept it vivacious with the nosy neighbours, sneaked away to eat a plate of sizzling mixed bajjis in Marina; if a neighborhood uncle takes the responsibility of taking the apartment kids on a day tour to Pondy Bazaar, no parent objected and now we know why! For 25 year olds like me, Madras is nostalgic. If the Puli sadam Prasad was over in the temple, a kind stranger would offer hers to a crying kid. whatever the religion, people living in a building were a family. If my mother tried to beat my five year old arse, the next door maami would come for my rescue in a heartbeat. When my mother makes palagarams for festivals (sweets & savs), my sister & I distributed it to the whole apartment & we would get home with twice of what we gave, that would last for over a month! I remember Ameera akka baby sitting me, alongside Pattu maami and Vallabhan anna. I fell ill crying two straight days when Pattu maami sold her house and moved abroad at 2001!
I was on an emotional rollercoaster while reading this anthology. 20 stories, 20 writers, 20 perspectives and I loved 2 of them! "Daylight Moon" by @v_sanjay_kumar and "House of Powders" by @rj_sano ♥️ Both the stories were raw, depicted Madras in its true light, both the good and the bad, whixh cast my mind back to when I was a child! There were three or four entries that were unnecessarily long & boring. If you can get through them, you'd definitely love this book.
People who are curious about Chennai, people who find the term "Madrasi" a slur, people who want to take a walk down the memory lane, pick this book up.
P.S.: Pattu maami taught me classical carnatic music 🥺😇