a crab Let the question rest whether the fries were the reason for this trip to Dhanushkodi, or just for that, because the story I heard was over-spiced. The bike started from Kottayam at 4 o’clock. The pride of the solo trip was gone in the first 5 minutes. He cut the hole and fell in front of a big lorry. Decided that maybe when the rest of the pride comes back. The speed of the car also decreased. How about going to Dhanushkodi via Kumali – Madurai with all the sights and cool breeze?
∙ Puka Balan of Kumali
7 pm, kumali, very cold.. very hot chukkapi. As I watched the smoke from the coffee melt into the snow, another smoke swirled around. beneath it a smoky horn mustache and head, Baleton. No one knows where the mole is from, not even you. A self-rolling cigar only pulls the trigger. In the days when there was no electricity, the high-range people who went to the church for the holy mass, cut bamboo, put kerosene inside and wrap a cloth around it to get light.
Probably because it was a bit late, there was no expected rush while going down the bends to Kamba. I stopped at a bend and saw two Malayalees watching the penstock pipes going down from Mullaperiyar to Tamil Nadu and turning it into the light in Tamil homes. They are from Thiruvananthapuram.
You left when I was sitting at home with a cough. One is 70 years old, the friend is 67 years old, I don’t know if the Chetak scooter can climb this climb for both of them, but they climbed up to here.
As Lower Periyar reached, the gear changed and so did the speed. The road to Theni was almost deserted.
∙ Christo’s Chicken 65 @ Thras
Anna A Chicken 65, the spiced pieces of meat go into the thras instead of going straight into the oil. Hey..this is the program..! ‘100 grams of chicken 65 rupees 30’ said Christo who ran to the side. Cristo hung the spiced pieces of meat on the tray in front of him. 100 grams is enough. The panic in me was awakened. Annan called..Brother, make it 200..! The yarn porotta arrived and Cristo himself cut the porotta into bite sized pieces. ‘Sapitungo..’
Sappit continued his journey. Since I am going alone, the village stories told by someone will occasionally enter the road. Sometimes too much light is the problem. At Madurai sat for a while on the banks of the Vaiga. Even in the dark I saw horses grazing along the shore. True.. Vaiga is beautiful.
∙ A Malayalam Tamil named Murugan
It was 2 in the morning. Murugan met me while closing the shop. “How will Anna Rameshwaram go..?
‘You are a Malayalee… speak Malayalam. I know Malayalam. Iratupetta all the customers sit’. Murugan’s shop has spare parts for self-start cars. Any advice along with the directions, are you alone? You should go with any of the vehicles, the wallpaper of the phone will be Stalin Sir Potid, it will help.
∙ Muffler heads in snow
On the way from Madurai to Rameswaram, we saw a tea shop at a place called Manjoor. One should lie down. Had a cup of tea, lay down at the bus stop and fell asleep.
The eyes are opened by hearing a small noise. About 10-20 heads are exposed in heavy snow. Like the princes of the heavenly world. I screamed and jumped. I thought that they too would jump back in shock. None of them moved.
They are fishermen and have come for their pre-work tea. Vijayan said that they were trying to confirm that the bike, water bottle, bag and the dead body lying on the bench were dead bodies.
Vijayan had a teak shop in Palakkad. ‘Kerala will cost a lot of money, the rent… oh… there is a house here… even if it’s small, it’s happy here’
He immediately hit him. Early in the morning, before the sun rose, the snake broke the bridge. The dog kept by the workers at the new railway track construction site saw me and started barking. The sparks from the electric wires collided with the wind and plunged straight into the depths of the waves!
The sea is like a graying black sea, the fishing boats descend from the island to the shop like white threads…sometimes they are like a garland. Sometimes it’s like the stars don’t drown in the sea..
Dhanushkodi is waiting and must reach there before Surya. People are starting to take to the roads. Mostly people who do sea related jobs and go to temples. Pass the check post along the road with shady trees on both sides. Shade trees are everywhere. It was early morning and not sunny and warm. Some tourists are passing by. Some will come looking for history and some will look for spirituality. Some are adventurous. Dhanushkodi and Rameswaram are like that to many people.
Stupa can be seen in front. But beyond kilometers. On one side of the road is the white sandy beach and the blue sea, the Indian Ocean. Rarely some trees and dilapidated and intact mukua huts. To the left is the Bay of Bengal, lapping at the chocolate-colored shores. This coast has more trees, plants and greenery. Herds of horses grazing on the grass with smooth body, rare species of birds and all..
Beneath the stupa at Dhanushkodi, kilometers away, Sri Lanka looked back on India’s southern tip on Republic Day. The port city of Dhanushkodi flashed VFX views of the city’s pride. Anant is seen there while going down to the sea.
∙ Anant Bihari from Bengaluru
Anant hails from Bihar and is a software engineer in Bengaluru. Must see India. The elder is alone. So till the end of the journey Anant was with me and Anant was with me.
∙ Eric’s love of Java
Eric is in this picture. He is a Frenchman, and all his business is in Spain. Irwin was seen on his way to the Dhanushkodi Stupa when he fell on the shores of the Bay of Bengal while trying to photograph the birds. Irwin first came to India in 1982. It was a Javanese who took Irwin through the narrow lanes of the northeastern states that day. Irwin fixed all the papers on the carriage, put it on board and took the carriage to Spain. This is the first time Eric has seen another Java since then. ‘Naughty, tough, only adventurers can tame him,’ said Irwin as he took the photo.
Just one question before leaving after talking for a while.
‘When I come home, can you give me fish curry without spicy?
Of course, I mean it. What is a fish curry without spicy, the taste of spicy is not good.
∙ Rama’s bow
It is believed that to complete the Kashi Pilgrimage, one must complete a bath at the Ram Setu, where the Bay of Bengal meets the Indian Ocean, and a visit to the Rameswaram temple. That is why many believers come here.
The storm and rains of 1964 destroyed Dhanushkodi, while the 2004 tsunami turned the island into a sand dune (I hesitate to call it a ghost town, because it’s a different world). A dilapidated railway station, ruined St. Anthony’s church with no one to pray, ruins of a port, Rampada temple, a temple with a stone floating in the water and many temples… Dhanushkodi shows all kinds of travelers the way to Lanka. The temple is destroyed but the statue of Nandikeshan waiting for Lord Shiva is even a legend.
Dhanushkodi is a good road from Rameswaram. All vehicles can reach the last stupa. From here the cliffs to Sri Lanka begin.
Kanyakumari of KR Hotel said while frying crab in oil, ‘Internet is not available, sometimes I get a signal from Sri Lanka’.
Anant means to eat whatever is available there, but eat very little moopur. The rest will be extended to me. I will knock. As soon as the sun started, we went to Rameswaram. Fortune is behind the sun. Sometime in between, Anant went missing. He went to meditate.
Saw the APJ Abdul Kalam Memorial. It hurt to see his house turned into a commercial establishment. Saw many people. I ate foods I don’t even remember the name of. Saw Malayalees and Tamils who knew Malayalam. Anant was sent to Kanyakumari and reached Kottayam at 12 midnight. Just looked at the meter.. Exactly 900 km.
∙ Those people
A few days later he called his friend who had gone to Dhanushkodi. On the way, you should take a picture of each of Kumali’s ballet, Christo and Palani.
‘Searched..I didn’t see any of them’. My friend answered me. May be right.. those men were for me and only me. Stalin smiled at the lock screen of his phone.
English Summary: From Kottayam To Dhansushkodi in A day; traveling