Where Two Oceans Meet — And a Man Finds What He Wasn't Looking For
While I was walking towards the edge of the land — a place I had dreamt of visiting for a really long time — something about Dhanushkodi already felt unreal. The moment I reached there, I stood still. On my right, the Arabian Sea roared endlessly, its waves crashing forward as if questioning my presence there. Wild. Restless. Unforgiving. And on my left, the Bay of Bengal felt completely different. Silent. Calm. Settled. As if two different worlds had decided to exist beside each other — without ever becoming the same. The voices around me slowly faded. So did my thoughts. Time itself felt slower there. I kept staring towards the far end where my eyes could reach, wondering how they crossed over to Lanka all those years ago. Not Lanka exactly — but somewhere beyond those disappearing edges of the sea. I searched for the Ram Setu people still speak about today. The floating stones. The stories. The bridge that once connected two worlds. But nothing was vis...
