Quite recently, life made me move from the familiar locales of Choolaimedu to the southern part of Chennai city. The changes in the urban...

Madras is a city which has its own personal history with the game of chess; one that is rather peculiar, if I may say so. Why is it that...

One day at the dinner table, over a whole lot of biryani and mutton curry, my best friend asked my parents how they’d met. My dad, as...

In my house, we always inform each other when we’re about to start using the kitchen. It’s an act of concern— for each other since each...

Folklores are oral archives from the past, it can or cannot be true. Francis Day and his purchase of Madras is such a tale. This...

My college roommate once said to me, “Your whole life can just be wrapped up in your neighbourhood.” and I haven’t been able to stop...