Madurai in 1987 - brown history on Instagram.

Living in a different city far away from my hometown, I have mostly just gotten to cherish my roots in the limited time that I have spent there during my vacations and during the years my grandma raised me as a new born. Even so I have over a hundred stories to share based on my memories and from the ones I get to hear from elders about my days as a toddler.

Here in this picture, we can see the Meenakshi Aman temple which is very famously known. I was told that my grandma used to carry me on her waist and walk around the idol for 108 times a day. On other days she would let strangers hold me and feed me idli followed by carrot juice. Funnily some of them still remember me and feel amazed to see me as a grown up now, but sadly my memory lane doesn't allow me to go that far enough to remember them in return. But the love their eyes speak is something I feel blessed to receive.