Mylaporean Gentleman of the Arts (a ghost):Ah, my dear Maama, I am told I am extinct. A fossil. A sepia-toned relic with a Carnatic cough and a law-book under my arm. Mylapore Maama:Extinct, is it? Then why do they still invoke you with such reverence? You were once the city’s polished emblem — the cultivatedContinue reading “The “Mylapore Maama” Vs the “Mylaporean Gentleman of the Arts”(A skit)”