My jounal of Tharangambadi visit with my family: Our rail transport dropped us, at the earliest hour of the morning. We stepped on to rain-washed railway platform of the town of Mayiladuthurai. The downpours were surprising, since we did not have any kind of rain guard, we got drenched, partially. It left my family to deal with the baggage, I rushed to discover a cab which could take transfer us to Tharangambadi. The drivers were crouching inside the cars, hesitant to venture out. In the end, one of the waiting drivers accepted to drop us and as we advanced through the soaked roads to a little angling town—Tharangambadi, along the coast of Tamil Nadu welcomed us with its warmth.
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On our arrival at the fishing village of Tharangambadi
The little Danish city of Tharangambadi was sleeping soundly when we made our arrival. Just a couple of anglers were made the morning sight, heading back with the day’s catch. A primary sign the town was not a conventional angling town came when we went through the circular segment of the Gate of the Town. Reclamation was in advance and it obviously indicated a past period of glory and significance, vastly unlikely from the very picture it exhibited today.
The restricted street travel by worn out houses, places of worship, schools, and what not made us arrive at the entryways of another stupendous yesteryear’s structure, the previous British representative’s cottage, now a legacy inn, with the name Bungalow on the Beach. Whist sitting and waiting for our dorms to be prepared, we waited on armchairs of the veranda, getting a dose of the rejuvenation for our souls by witnessing seeing the waves slamming at the shore, along with their thunder resounding through the noiseless shoreline. Supplementing the waters were the rain drops that beat a cadenced tapping on rooftops. The ocean and the soaking rain drops appeared to be creating a symphony, and their impact was melodious to the point that it made me think about why the former pilgrims had had tagged the land with the name of Tharangambadi— place where the waves sing chorus.
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The former glory of Tharangambadi under the Danish rule
Tharangambadi had moved toward becoming Trankebar with entry of Danish settlers in the year of 1620. Former Danish chief, Ove Gedde, is said to have assembled a settlement at the place, which is now known as Fort Dansborg. Focal fortification of the city, now that has remaining parts of the stronghold today, normally holds European, along with distinct trapezoidal formation that stands in front of the ocean waters and has carried its brunt of the mind-sets throughout the hundreds of years. There are dearths of indication of the canal that once encompassed the post, and just hints of the dividers that once secured it, remains.
My family had been so much anxious to investigate, however the fortress’ guardian was in no place to be witnessed. In spite of the fact that when raindrops died down, the driver arrived and drove us in a patio covered with small yellow blooms, and the place had the caramel orange sandstone dividers of Dansborg Fort. From the highest point of the fortification, we did have a great perspective of the ocean and the town and it indeed was practically similar to time had stopped.
For my family, it was a euphoric rendezvous with the nature to stroll on the submerged block dividers but, for myself, the sight was an immensely unnerving caper. As they remained there, the breeze prodding their face had risen to witness a rush of flamingo birds that were flying bove in the sky.
At the shore, ideal outside the fortress, there was a distinct stone plaque remembering the entry of Heinrich Plutschau and Bartholomaus Ziegenbalg in the year 1706, who were the primary Lutheran Missionaries that touched the base of India. Both the Luthereans were ardent men of confidence who invested years considering Tamil, and also understanding the language, and ending up being so familiar with the language that they made an interpretation of Bible in Tamil language. They additionally brought with them a printing machine for circulating the duplicates of the deciphered Bible. This was my experience with Tharangambadi. Now pack your bags, visit the ethereal place and write your own travelogue on this land of the singing waters.
Featured Photo by Joseph Jayanth