This is a favorite photo, unexpected and unplanned while roaming the streets of Triplicane. I wanted to highlight it here. What better way to do that than with a fitting poem.
Here are excerpts of a delightful poem from a Tamil artist named A.K. Ramanujan. While it is set in Madurai, a place I am fond of, the poem reeks of an atmosphere idiosyncratic of the region.
He was there for a day
When they had the floods.
People everywhere talked
of the inches rising,
Of the precise number of cobbled steps
Run over by the water, rising
On the bathing places
And the way it carried off three village houses,
One pregnant woman
And a couple of cows
Named Gopi and Brinda as usual.
For the complete text of Ramanujan's poem, please visit this site -