HT90, FG8 and BHC
Before I became a Hindi challenged Madrasi in the national capital, I spent 6 years in Chennai mostly trying to get past the strange effects of adoloscence. In retrospect, I think that its only a matter cosmic vindication that my late 1980s obsession with dusky looking Keralite girls studying in Vidya Mandir Higher Secondary School … Continue reading HT90, FG8 and BHC
