What I brought home from Madras, this time around

The sweet and spicy and strong sense of Pears soap filling up the bathroom after Mama has taken a bath

The sounds of ‘Om Bhoorbhuva Swaha‘ reverberating through the house every evening

The sight of the little oil lamp in brass burning away quietly in a corner of the kitchen platform

A pang in the heart at seeing the grandparents leading a vision-less life

A new nickname of ‘Ammaloo’

Bottles of Bovonto, ginger beer, omam water and panneer soda for the OH

The OH’s favourite inji mittai

Memories of licking up bowl after bowl of home-made vegetable kofta, ice cream and paal poli

The early-morning sounds of birds chattering in the bushes outside the house

That beautiful yellow saree that I had always dreamt of

Home-made baadaam burfee

The sound of dosas being made on the pan almost every morning, and the smell of onions cooking over them

The joy of filter coffee made from fresh decoction

Murukku, Anjaneyar vadai and plantain chips from Grand Sweets

Memories of Patti and Thatha fussing over me, enquiring whether I have taken a bath or gone on my morning walk

A lot of photographs that will make sense to no one but the OH and me

Hand-made kastoori manjal soap

The thrill of morning walks in a city that is relatively new to me

Packets of Cavin’s milkshakes inΒ  chocolate, vanilla and butterscotch flavours

Gopuram kumkum, which has priceless memories attached to it

777 citron pickle

Tiny bottles of pachai kalpooram

Packets of mor molagai, thalir vadaam and sundekkai vatthal

A pretty pavazham necklace, an advance birthday giftΒ for myself

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25 thoughts on “What I brought home from Madras, this time around

  1. TGND, I feel for your grandparents. We really have a lot to learn from them…. the way they still dote on their grandkids, that enthusiasm to cook something special.. We are all very lucky. I hope I can do 20% of what they or our parents do in so many aspects.

    Your list is tantalizing! I haven’t ever been to Chennai except during transit. So all I have purchased from Chennai are books from the Higgin Bothams at the airport πŸ˜› I must must go there sometime πŸ™‚
    I am not aware of some of the thingsy ou have mentioned like Gopuram kumkum or Cavin’s milk packets.. 😦 Must set it right soon! But yes, I looooooooooove citron pickle! πŸ™‚ And kastoori manjal soap sounds so heavenly too πŸ™‚

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    1. @Kismitoffeebar

      Yes, we do have a lot to learn from our grandparents! Actually, both my grandparents can’t see – so they don’t cook. It is my mama who cooks all that delicious food! πŸ™‚ Thatha and Patti did fuss over me and pamper me, though. πŸ™‚

      I am not very aware of all that Madras has to offer, either. I am still learning about the place.

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  2. Badaam burfee…wow πŸ˜€

    I have always loved Madras, it has something new to offer me every time I go there. The most immediate change I feel as soon as I get off the train or await for my bus is how different the city smells…I can never get that smell in Bangalore πŸ™‚

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    1. @R’s Mom

      Actually, the grandparents are indeed finding life very difficult. Patti cannot see at all, and Thatha can see through one eye only. My Mama is unmarried – he has quit his job to take care of both of them full-time. 😦

      Thank you!

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  3. “Like” button somehow is always deactivated for me here. I would have liked this post a 100 times πŸ™‚ I am so overwhelmed with a lot of feelings that, I am finding it hard to write it here πŸ™‚ I am so glad you enjoyed your stay in Madras – a place which is really really close to me and the one I consider home and beyond πŸ™‚

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    1. @Greenboochi

      Madras is a city relatively unknown to me, of which I haven’t explored much. I understand that the city has a lot more to offer, but I haven’t had a chance to check out all of them yet. Hopefully, will do so soon. πŸ™‚

      Thank you so much! πŸ™‚

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