Being a hardcore anti-feminist boringly predictable Tam Brahm, my role models in life are, of course, Kannagi and Savitri. I'm not even being sarcastic. Mills & Boon doesn't hold half a candle, and laugh if you want, karadaiyan nombu's extremely important to me.
Since I didn't have a sharadai to tie (I dislike the practice of couriering these things, and don't particularly feel like making one myself, given how terribly corrupted I am), I figured I'd do a yatra instead, and walked to Birla Mandir and back. Yes, from Banjara Hills. Yes, 28 kilometers.
It occurs to me perhaps I should ask Yama for my life back rather than my husband's. Ah well.
Urugada vennaiyum, oradaiyum naan thanden, orunaalum en kanavar piriyadirukka vendum.
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