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They call us Madrasis Incarcerated Buddhas Not Cholas nor the Devadasis But agglomerated Cheras. Who knew the Pandyas, anyway? They call us Archetypes On Iridescent Thalis Of Sambars and rice cakes in thin stripes Slurping on leafy banana like malis*. Who knew the God’s Own Country anyway? They call us Annas Sandalwood Veerappans* Lemon for Evil at four annas Skirting Lungi blooms and Hairy Chappans* Where is Madras anyway!
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
Dirge of a South Indian