I was the typical small-town girl who thought the world was Trichy. Srirangam, Kavery flowing by, Thiruvanaikaval with its dark corners, Uraiyur, Kalannai with its history and not to forget the giant towering Malaikotai, these were my stomping grounds.

A haiku to celebrate the city I was born in – Trichy.

Home the city was

Twenty and one long years

The place called Trichy

 

Banana plantations

Pungent smells coating the air

River feeding many

 

Chola, Pallava kings

History rich, vivid, warm

Soaking into lives

 

Temples for every soul

Seeking redemption and life

Rocky outcrop towers

 

Famous scientists

Education, music, dance

Calling Trichy home

 

Thuvakudi, Training Centre

Gandhi Market, Sophy’s

Names roll off the tongue