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Sand, sea and ancestory

 












A trip to the heart of my origins. To the seas and sands that my  ancestors traversed. Uvari, a quaint little seaside town is in the Southern most part of the Indian peninsula. The Tirunelveli, Nagarcoil,  Kanyakumari, belt is the home of my ancestors. As I travel across these eternal landscapes that have survived battles, conquests, natural forces including the tsunami of 2004, I travel across time and imagine my predecessors from generations of yore, walking these very beaches, laughing, talking, falling in love, raising children, earning a living and finally becoming a part of the wind, the waters and the sands. Have they disappeared in the sands of time, I wonder? No. They are alive, thriving in my genes. I am them. And they are me.  I am filled with awe at the eternity of nature and the beauteous nature of His creation. 
Over here is the Kapaal Matha Koil, a church dedicated to Mother Mary which is steeped in religious lore and the fishing boats parked across pristine waters on a lazy afternoon just around the Christmas season.

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