Chennai spoils you.
You take so many things for granted, and only after you leave do you realise how much those trivial things meant to you.
Three months in a different city and what do I miss? (In no particular order)
Being able to read directions in a legible script. Pattu sarees. People calling one another ‘Machi’. Aasife Biryani. Nithya Fish Shop on Besant Nagar Beach- with akka’s fresh prawn/ shrimp/ pomfret catch, fried with onion masala. Sathyam cinema popcorn- oh could there BE better popcorn in the world!. Random ‘anna’s. Crescent Hotel Shawarma. Sea Shells Grilled Chicken. TN registration vehicles. Murugan Idly Kadai Butter Dosa. Saravana Bhavan Sambar. Stone idols and Kudumi- Pundits in temples. Heading out without lipstick and not caring two hoots about it. Auto-meter fights. Kuthu songs. Tamil movies. Speeding on the East Coast Road. YLG salon. Road side romeos. Good, non spicy food. The little Jap restaurant on Nungambakkam high road. Wangs Kitchen. Adyar Ananda Bhavan. Khader Nawaz Khan road. Golu hopping. T Nagar. EA Mall. The Beach. Loud speakers on the roads (I would atleast understand what was being said!) Familiar bus routes. Sugar Monkeys desserts. “Neengal azhaitha yen tharchamaiyam busy-aga irukiradhu’ messages. Saying ‘aaniye- pudingavendam’ and not having to explain it. Filter coffee. Sea Breeze. Knowing what song your desk-mate at work is humming. Being able to pick a conversation about something local. Knowing where to go when I need to buy ‘thaalikara paathram’. The Hindu Lit for Life. Radio Mirchi- Idhu Semma Hot, Machi!. Saying ‘Mood-u’. The warm, comforting sun- and dry clothes. Complaining about the sweat. Flooded roads- and holidays declared owing to rains. Eating food on banana leaves. Mom’s vazha-poo vadai.
Chennai spoils you- you just never realise how much until you get out of it.