The first day here, my housemate said, “You’ll never be able to capture India in one photo.”
The three large, white flowers stood out among the dark greens and deep yellows and oranges of all the other flowers as it spread between the wall and curb in front of a gated residence on Basheer Ahmed Street. The whole flower bed was a reminder of the beauty of simple flora.
Directly across the street was a different story.
A pile of trash, dog waste and dirt.
Contrasts. That is Chennai. That is why I like it.