“Chennai is a great city, and if they had great weather it could be paradise, but it is not. Everything is top volume,be it heat, humidity, or crowd's ability to whistle. It is not a place for faint hearted”

“When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.”

“The baking wind tore at his hat and he held it by the brim with one hand. It relieved him to look at it, for the great river was like a long tale, of both great joy and great woe. And it seemed to be a story road that a person could take, and it would take him to some place where he could free his mind. Men had striven against one another to control the unreeling river-road, battling at New Madrid and Island Number Ten, at Baton Rouge and Vicksburg, in the heat of the summer and the humid choking air of the malarial swamps. But the river carried away men and guns and the garbage of war, covering it over, washing itself clean again as if they had never been. ”

“That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn.”

“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”

“Here is the great city: here have you nothing to seek and everything to lose.”