Madras 50 years back: in 1968
I had a good conversation with my uncle recently. Whenever he meets me, he usually talks about his past. I enjoy listening to those stories, since I am transported back to a different world.
This time, he started talking about his life in
I was visually transported back to that era, but unfortunately that vision cannot be reproduced here in the blog. For one, I couldn’t get any photographs of those days from him, and secondly, I don’t have the patience to try and create that visual impact through my words.
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