Grey goats spilling from a truck and hopping around like popping mustard seeds in oil.. A shop named Flamingo laundry, swathed in a dim blue light that makes the people walking around look like fish in an aquarium.. The low-throated purr of autorickshaws interspersed with the bells of the ice-cream seller.. The smell of Anjalai drawing the morning kolam ( the smell of water sprinkled on mud, like the onset of rain ).. The humid darkness at 3am dispelled by a swinging avocado shaped bulb.. The ferocious cyclone that brushes past my face to reach out and pluck a mango leaf from the sky and fling it to the ground..
My city, there's a lot to like in you.