3 years and 4 days later I went back to Chennai. Watching as the overhead map crossed the Arabian sea and entered India somewhere between Bombay and Goa tears sprung up in my eyes.. I was never one of those folks who pined for Chennai so I never felt the longing or urge to go back.. I made sudden plans and I was there but still I was emotional the moment I landed.. Parents and in - laws were at the airport to get me and I for once got the feeling that I have heard others tell me about.. I vowed only to wear Salwar Kameezes my entire trip there so I did that.. Of course I wore socks and carried my own bottle of water everywhere I went..
I wanted to have the moment where I say "Oh! So much has changed! Is this Chennai??? Wow!! I cannot even recognize the place" However, I couldn't bring myself to say any of that.. I have changed.. In ways that I cannot recognize I have changed.. The city has stayed just the same.. The eyes through which I was looking at them had changed. Of course, I did the usual.. Going to beach.. Going to Spencers.. Going to Saravana Bhavan.. Going to T - Nagar.. Attending a cutchery.. Going to ECR.. and Going to sleepover at D's..
