To those of us sitting in Bangalore, Cyclone Thane is just a cold, wet day to grumble about. Or perhaps even enjoy as we huddle (or perhaps cuddle – but don’t let us give you any ideas) amid cups of tea. But out on the east coast of India, the cyclone’s fury was at its peak early this morning. In Pondicherry, winds tore trees off the ground, hurled dustbins afar, snapped coconut trees like matchsticks, ripped windows out of their hinges, and tossed catamarans and boats ashore. Gigantic, furious waves washed up boulders onto the esplanade and raging winds smashed the doors of the French Consulate with debris. Sahastrarashmi, who is running on erratic broadband on his last minutes of electricity, sends these unsettling pictures from Pondicherry.
Pictures by Sahastrarashmi
Traveller, photographer, philosopher, art connoisseur, trekking guru, and master trip planner, Sahastrarashmi (SR or Sahastra to his friends) is on a relentless quest for the story of life. An engineer from the Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur, he works in Chennai, India and lives (on weekends) in the former French enclave of Pondicherry (Puducherry to the officious). He is on a mission to introduce the uninitiated to the glory of the Himalaya.
Latest posts by SR (see all)
- Encounter: The Sacred Grove at Oorani - November 28, 2012
- Encounter: Rhododendron, sentinel of the highlands - October 7, 2012
- Manjhi Akshayavat, an immortal Banyan tree - July 17, 2012
