speakingroads

Down the infinite lane. Dreamy road to the tip of  Dhanushkodi with Bay of Bengal on the left and Indian Ocean on the right. It was the hottest month of summer;March. And we were traveling to the very tip of the Indian subcontinent, Dhanushkodi. Along with my friends Salman and Chandu, I boarded the train from Madurai and reached Rameswaram very comfortably on the Rameswaram passenger. We sat down on the footboard and witnessed some heartbreaking scenes from the slums of Madurai; the utterly downtrodden state of things, where there was a very thin line of distinction between daily life and garbage. By passing the wonderfull Pamban bridge in its nocturnal beauty, we reached Rameswaram by 10:30 at night and started stuffing our bags with food items to be eaten the next day. So we stepped out and started walking towards the beach. It was my idea to reach the beach and spend the night there. The roads were being emptied slowly and there were only a few people on the streets. As...