A morning in Madurai
As we turned into Elukadal Street on this cold and quiet Margazhi morning, the shrill cry of “chai, chai” broke the sepulchre-like silence. “Temple gopuram or a railway platform?” our minds wondered when Sikandar emerged from the darkness, his silhouette on a bicycle faintly visible. He apparently arrived three hours before we did for his usual rounds to sell 100-odd cups of tea. For decades, Sikandar has been among those nocturnal citizens who make Madurai the much celebrated Thoonganagaram.
SOMA BASU and A.SHRIKUMAR