Chennai and the Water Crisis

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Chennai has always been close to my heart. It has given me 6 years of memories, countless experiences, 2 educational degrees, and some very good friends for life. I remember the time when I stepped down at Chennai Central from Sanghmitra Express on a ‘not so very’ hot day in 2010. I was excited to jump into the Bay of Bengal at Marina Beach.

At the same time, I was afraid of the language barrier that I might face in a city where I am coming for the very first time. Having a mixed feeling in my mind I moved forward to explore the city offerings. onn, rend, moon, naal, annj, aar became my new numerals. Idli-Vada-Dosa-Sambhar became my new staples. ‘ippdi irka?’, ‘saptiya?’, ‘inge vaa’, ‘evlo?’, became my new daily phrases.

It was fun exploring and experiencing the south-Indian culture. T.Nagar, Broadway, Spencer Plaza Mall were some of the places I frequently visited. 19B, 570 became my favorite bus numbers. Being a food lover, I got adjusted to the southern cuisine like a fish adjusting to the water. I saw the craziness of the people around Sir Rajnikant. I witnessed the emotions of the people for CM J. Jayalalithaa. I also saw Mahendra Singh Dhoni become the most loved sportsperson in Chennai. It was this city that transformed me from a student into a professional.

The love for this city has always been there in my heart, and that emotion came out for the city when, recently, I came across a picture that displayed the water crisis that is being prevalent in Chennai.

Chennai water crisis



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