*A SOUTHERN AIR* THE South is the land for names
for rolling rippling frames to hold a township firm or an elfin empalmed suburb bewitchingly in cups of syllables proud and fetching, etching the silver vowels on clear and resonant bells of diamond-dentals cut to music, sapphire-sibilants washed in tune and lab1al lapis lazulis shaped to a phrase of melody. Give me the South for *names* of places, and I will show you round the gorgeous comb of Coimbatore and rustling Tinnevelly; with charming Chingleput, petite or queen-like Tenkasi, we can shake hands and fly from Tambaram to Tranquebar nigh mystery; or coast along plumed Ernakulam to boast of velvet Vellore sighing for a taciturn girl they call Nellore; then branch off to singing Mangalore or little laughing Guntakal and bright blue-eyed Pollachi; pious Papanasam and sweet Cape Comorm; Japanese Shimoga, shrewd and ripe, and mnocent Salem; languorous Madurai, devastatingly debonair; and many others will stir in your heart and ear and fancy an air of old harmony, a phrase of melody. *B. S. MARDHEKAR* *(With acknowledgments to an old number of the *Illustrated Weekly of India) -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CAL5XZoorgQ225ef%2BpmycBjbT3svKb7mA0rq7XAv-xoTz_EZG7w%40mail.gmail.com.
