If I ever had to write a love letter to any city, my heart would choose my Chennai without a second thought. This city of my residence is more than a geographical space on the map; it is a living, breathing presence that has shaped me, supported me, and stood beside me like family.
Chennai entered my life after a
childhood spent in a small town in South India—a childhood of simplicity,
slower rhythms, and familiar faces. Transitioning into a bustling city could
have been overwhelming, but Chennai embraced me with a warmth that felt
instinctively like home. It taught me how to walk with confidence amidst
crowds, how to blend tradition with modernity, and how to grow without losing
my roots.
Every memory I carry from this
city is tinged with gratitude. Chennai has given my family and me more than we
ever expected—
health, with its world-class hospitals and caring doctors;
education, through schools and institutions that shaped our minds;
books and libraries, where new worlds opened before us;
concerts, especially the free kutcheris in the December season where music
floats in the air like prayer;
temples, standing still and serene amidst the noise;
beaches, where the horizon becomes a companion after long days;
shopping streets, colourful and comforting in their chaos.
Every corner of Chennai has held
our hands at some point—during moments of joy, confusion, curiosity, and even
healing. It is the city that taught us resilience, offered opportunities,
filled our weekends with things to learn and explore, and opened its cultural
heart without hesitation.
My love for Chennai feels very much
like the love I have for my family—steadfast, emotional, forgiving, and deeply
personal. This city didn’t just give me a place to live; it gave me a place to
belong.
So here is my love letter to
Chennai—
the city that raised me, guided me, celebrated me, and continues to be the
backdrop of every blessing in my life.
A city that I carry not just in my address, but in my heart.
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