The Ghost Town — Dhanushkodi

The Solitary Church

Everything about that fateful night in Dhanushkodi in December 1964, was painfully ordinary. Before the cyclone struck, that is. Sweeping away all the laughter, sadness, poverty and prosperity in it’s all encompassing embrace. Sometimes we take the mundane for granted. The everyday humdrum of life. The dull sense of duty. Of work. Home. A hot meal. Maybe TV. Maybe not. Sleep. Reset. Repeat. You don’t have time to think about what you are doing. But one day, if you ever stop to think what your life is. It all seems so ordinary. So commonplace. But in the face of tragedy, the unremarkable is what you pine for the most — The comfort of the familiar.