From Chennai to Madras

North Madras, specifically. Scene of Chola activity some 1000 years ago. 3 very old, very unique temples hidden in plain sight. Little capsules of history that are a sharp contrast to the frenetic pace of commerce and trade.

At Manadi, at Lingi Chetty street and Rasappa chetty street. Near the fort and the high-court. Temples that silently cry “Come, visit me. Don’t ignore me”

People who seem untouched by the money made and lost around the corner, kids with eyes sparkling and clear. Houses that must surely have been built when the first white man came, looking for “cloathe, the cheaper by 20p”

Houses with dull, muted colours and decayed wood, iron and stone. And a temple that looks as good as new, except for a coat of dust 10 inches thick. A marvel of a temple, that thankfully hasn’t yet been “discovered” by the ASI and their rate-cards.

North Madras – surely a city I didn’t know, buried right smack in the middle of the city I live in

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