It was destiny. He couldn’t have evaded it. No matter how hard he tried. Biswanath Ghosh grew up eating a Sunday brunch of idlis and dosas, listening to tales of the Chennai, courtesy the time his parents spent here. Long before Madras became Chennai. His fascination with the city and the South at large continued to grow, to the point when he boarded the Tamilnadu Express one foggy January night and landed in the city of his obsession.