Those Madras Days

Throwback to those times… 
When Chennai was Madras,

The Ambassador,
The squashing of many into one car,
The kids’ unbridled joy of neither knowing nor caring where the adults were taking them,
The absence of mobiles and Google Maps,
The marvelling at how many people actually fit in to the Amby, (our nickname for the Ambassador car)
The driver not really having his ‘own’ seat,
The hand gear that gave the biceps and triceps a good workout,
The sturdiness of the car and seemingly of life,
The Madras that was, and 
Those Madras Days that still linger on…
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