In Mylapore, on a small street by the Sanskrit College, up a narrow flight of stairs, is any Sanskrit nerd’s paradise. Two rooms stacked to the ceiling with books. A rough trail carved between the piles of books on the floor leads you back to where the matriarch of this empire of books sits. And she seems to know where everything is in this glorious chaos, and, if it is not available, knows where to get it.
There’s even a sign out front now!