The Wall Clock Street, 2008
If you take a sharp left down the main road and ride straight, you will hit a dirt wall. No one knows who owns the wall but every Thursday, another new poster gets plastered over the disturbingly colourful mess of film ads beneath. You can even catch a glimpse of an old MGR rerun on the bottom right. It is a wall that silently supports cinema, fandom and teethering drunks. Enough of the brown wall. Now see this tiny alley to the right of it? Dim-lit and a tad shady. That my friend, leads to the renown Wall clock Street. Unlike the path to it, the Wall Clock Street is a brightly-lit, blustering little community. It is filled with small box shops on either side. The name boards spell differently but all the shops are as alike as sisters. Each identical to the next from the humming tubelights and alarmingly low fans that don't keep away the mosquitoes.The sassier ones have neon lights dangling like cheap jewellery. The road is almost always damp with puddles- tred with care. The rusti