That evening, Thangam returned to the river. He did not bring a boat. He waded into the water again, and again, the path held. From that day, he became known as the bridge of ashes —for he walked not on water, but on the ashes of his own despair, made firm by the feet of Chandrasekhara.
One night, a terrible cyclone struck. The river swelled, swallowing the banks. The shrine’s bell tower was half-submerged. From the darkness, a cry came: a young girl, clinging to a broken pillar, screaming for help. Chandrasekhara bhaval padangal
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." That evening, Thangam returned to the river
He opened his eyes. The rain had not stopped. The river still roared. But something in his chest had shifted. He stepped forward. From that day, he became known as the