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…