Homely affairs

Vilakudy. It was where the whole journey began. In a strange turn of events, I moved out of that small village probably in serach of greener pastures. From the lush green Vilakudy to a concrete jungle like Madras. But behind that concrete facade, there was a lovely human element to the city. It took time for me to settle down. But when I finally did, it looked like no looking back. Madras was the place. And, probably, is the place.