Mylapore – The Rhythm of My Soul

Years back, when we were living in the U.S., I used to longingly look at videos of Kapaleeswarar temple and the Mada streets of Mylapore. I vividly remember dreaming about the sensation of my feet touching the granite stone flooring of these temples. I yearned to return to the cosy feeling of being swarmed in the vibrancy of Mylapore. 

As a true child of God, I requested Kapaleeswarar to bring me back to Mylapore. As an ocean of compassion, He made that happen in His own way.

Mylapore has a magic to it, a secret rhythm to calm one’s tensions. What is it that sings to us? Is it the vendors asking for our attention in the markets or the melodious M.S. songs resonating in Margazhi mornings across apartments? Is it the lovely Kutcheri season or realizing how tiny one is in the presence of God during Arupathu Moovar Utsavam?

To capture the essence of Mylapore, one can immerse the taste buds in filter Kapi every morning or bathe their physical and mental body in the mesmerizing radiant aura of our Karpagambal or dance in the mathematical precision of our Kolams. There is something soothing to the soul of every Indian that can be found in Mylapore.

If you feel lost in the fast food culture of today or if you are living far away from your homeland longing for a revival of one’s Indianity (my new word – The identity of being Indian), an immersion in Mylapore’s culture will satisfy your heart’s craving.

In Mylapore, we are truly at home.