Crossing the Kerala border into Tamil Nadu awoke memories of trips to boarding school. Sweet large helpings of milk peda, strangers who gave up their window seats and gradual lighting up of hillside houses to incoming nightfall – will never be forgotten. The state is has special ways of welcoming to its favored children, which I’m not going to share here.
However at 80 kmph A.R. Rahmans “Netru Illatha Maatram” tugged at strings of my often absent heart.