Walking on the Dhanushkodi Beach Road, with the sea breeze hitting hard from both the sides, I can't help but gawk at its beauty. A deafening silence, whose spell is broken by an occasional splash of water on one of the two frontiers, or by the chirping of a migratory bird.
I say water, because some people say it is the Indian Ocean, some believe it to be the Bay of Bengal, while others argue that the tip of Dhanushkodi marks the confluence of the two mighty water bodies. In confusion, I leave it to the reader's discretion.
I say occasional, because it's believed that the waters around Rameshwaram are calm; as per a legend, the sea pacifies it's waves to obey the deity at the grand Ramanathaswamy Temple, one of the prestigious Chaar Dhams of the Hindus. The East tower rises the highest of all, to be graced by the warmth of the rising sun every morning.