The wind is blowing Eastwards. I smell it and am drawn to it like a magnet. Thoughts of home spin around me. Amma, appa, attukutti(ithellam over!!), aam, patti, kovil, Thiruvallikeni, malli poo, chithis, chitapps, maams, mamis, cousins, tangi, akils, beach..
Even if I can count all my attractions to Madras, the profoundness of my attachments with each is deep. All I can say when I close my eyes is I am going home. All the meaning to the word "Home".
Yes. I am travelling to Chennai this month. Spending a couple of weeks at home. With everyone of the above said people. A couple of storms in the teacup.
I dont know what to write. What to expect; What to think even. All I can think of Thiruvallikeni. Good old lovely.
Olararen.. But..I am excited. Like a kid.
I am going home. Going home to Sarathy!
