Things I miss about my stay in Chennai:
The local train rides.
The walk back from work, feeling all angsty.
The weekends in Thiruvanmyur, with home cooked food, TV, movies and general masti.
"Sandeep, where are you?"
Post dinner discussions at Bachu da, munching on "Bournvita".
The Cookouts.
The Philosophical discussions.
The Cribroom.
Truth or Dare.
Tomato Soup in Marketing Office.
Samosas at South Gate.
The Ping Pong Consultants.
The Third Man who was never interested in the match.
The Parties.
The People.
Landmark.
The Grand AUT Lunches.
The Masala Peanuts.
TVT Times
Snooker & Pool Matches
Sitting in my porch, sipping on Apple Juice, solving The Hindu crossword, listening to my flatmate strumming on his guitar.
Zara's.
Sathyam.
The Amul hoarding near Spencer's that changed every week.
Never Trust a Skinny Chef
Never Trust a Skinny Chef
There's possibly loads more. Please feel free to refresh my memory.
It wasn't all pleasant, but when you look back, it was kind of fun too.
I'll borrow lines from Greenday and say,
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
