Goodbye Madras.

Goodbye to Madras... of the yellow autorickshaws, of the endless coastline, of the non stop sweat, of the Manhattan evenings, of the sleepless nights of chilling on the terrace, of the thattukada parottas and dosas, of the Amma posters, of Annans and Akkas, of the Thalankuppam bridge, of Tam Bhrams and Tambaram, of the 'spaces' and of the 'ACJ'

Done