i find that it is no more the same.
the rain lashed roads..
drenched barks of age old trees..
lush green moss on them
i see...
the bad roads with potholes,
brim with dirty waters,
raincoats of different colours,
bus stand filled with varied people..
the tea shops at the corner,
crowd around it,
the smell of cardamom in whiff,
aroma of hot molaga bhajjis..
along it comes..
the black current skies of ECR,
welcoming high turfs of the bay,
smell of salt..
and fish...
redolence of coffee in the streets of mylapore,
beauty of "maa kolam" on tar roads...
the vendors on streets,
buses splashin water on pavement,
gushing traffic,
stagnant waters....
i step out to venture,
to experience,
rains in chennai...
