When I first set foot in Chennai decades ago, I stayed near Egmore Station. On my return, I decided to venture back to see if there was anything I recognized from all those years ago.
The Egmore railway station was still bustling because the stop not only had city trains screeching through the terminal, but also long distance trains.
I left the station and walked the short distance to the hotel I once stayed in all those years ago. It had been a grubby hotel that had cost me three rupees a night back then. If not for the sign out front, I wouldn’t have recognized the place because of its obvious facelift.
Like the rest of this sojourn, there was nothing of the old I could remember even though some of the buildings must have been there back then. Only the footpaths, still in disrepair, looked familiar.