The Tuxedo — Tamilyogi
There’s a small, velvet-clad myth that wanders the edges of my memory: a figure part gentleman, part storyteller, all quiet mischief. People call him the Tuxedo Tamilyogi. It’s the kind of nickname that slips easily into conversation—half joke, half reverence—because he feels both familiar and a little out of place: equal parts Chennai chai stall and a dimly lit jazz bar in a tucked-away alley.
