Despite the constant hustle and bustle, Kodi Swamigal remained unnoticed, as if an invisible shield protected him from the curious gazes of passersby. The radiant aura of his spiritual practice seemed to shroud him, making him blend into the ordinary surroundings.
Now ninety years, Chelladurai recalls witnessing the divine presence of Kodi Swamigal as a ten-year-old at Dhanushkodi, a memory etched in time. He vividly describes how, on a typical day, a group of stray dogs formed an unspoken alliance around Kodi Swamigal. In the quietude of the sands, the dogs became his silent companions, sharing in the sacred energy of his penance. Kodi Swamigal would distribute biscuits to his four-legged friends with a tender smile, acknowledging their quiet companionship.
Kodi Swamigal descended from the mound as the sun dipped below the vast horizon. With unwavering devotion, he offered whatever little he possessed—money or food the visitors gave to the expansive Indian Ocean.