Madras is more to me than filter coffee, masala dosa, beach, carnatic music and Rajinikanth. It defines my relationship with my first love: cricket. Enter the 90s. I held a bat for the first ever time when I was just three years old. Agreed, it was a just a plastic bat, but it counts right? We had a big striped orange and yellow plastic ball … Continue reading Down Memory Lane – Madras and Cricket