On a quiet street on the northern end of Puducherry, stood a well-maintained heritage house. The one hundred and thirty year old home had once belonged to a Tamil businessman.
The view from the upstairs veranda was of a another temple. Bedrooms with heavy wooden trimmings and furniture lined the veranda while a sky light let the sun’s rays enter the darker rooms below.
There was no other visitor while I idled through rooms and no cost to view how the wealthy once lived over a century ago.