By dawn, the storm passed. The villagers found Thangam asleep on the dry riverbank, the girl safe in his arms. They asked him how he crossed the flood. He simply pointed to the temple tower, now glinting in the first sunlight.
Since that day, Thangam could not step into the water. He lived inland, selling clay lamps, his hands trembling whenever he heard the roar of waves. The pilgrims whispered, "His faith has dried up like a summer pond." Chandrasekhara bhaval padangal
In the coastal village of Poompuhar, where the Kaveri met the sea, lived an old boatman named Thangam. For forty years, he had ferried pilgrims across the river to the shrine of Chandrasekhara, the Lord who holds the crescent moon. But Thangam had a secret wound: his only son, Kannan, had drowned in a storm five years ago. By dawn, the storm passed