Notes of Light – Pondicherry

This post is dedicated to the coastal town of Pondicherry, which also forms a small union territory of its own. Colonised by the French till 1954, the town boasts a European heritage unlike any other of its sort in India. Its cuisine, a curious mix of Tamil-French, is delightful to the palate, and debilitating to the purse.

And still, to be in Pondicherry was to the closest one could be to Paris. The Orient, after all, was only a state of mind. Several claimed themselves French nationals simply because they had been to Pondicherry once in their life, and savoured Baker Street’s sandwiches and quiches.

The sun welcomes you on the stone-filled pier of Serenity Beach.
Now immensely popular among revellers of all sorts, Serenity Beach belies its name and can be found to be crowded even at 6 in the morning.
Surfing enthusiasts try their luck on the dim waves of Serenity Beach.
A family watches the sunset on Rock Beach with a curious detachment.
Help is always at hand, especially on the White Sand Beach, south of the promenade.
The sun casts dramatic colours when seen against the White Sand Beach.
It is not a Sunday, and hence, the Church of Notre Dame des Anges lies empty, awaiting pilgrims and converts alike in anticipation.
You could not be blamed for taking a break in the late winter heat of Pondicherry.
The Matrimandir in Auroville stands aloof from its luscious surroundings.

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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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