Photo courtesy: P.M. Puniyameen — Wikimedia Commons
On the southern most tip of India lies Kanyakumari.
I visited this wind swept pilgrimage point before the rows of souvenir stalls and temples were constructed. I sheltered under a stone structure erected near the ocean and was interrupted by hawkers selling bottles of sand. Chanting like mantras, they claimed the bottles’ contents came from three seas — the Bay of Bengal, the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean.
The waves lashed the sandy beach. Having grown up not far from the sea, Kanyakumari was my solace. I’m not sure it would be any more when I see photos of hundreds of people lined up to cross to the off shore temple.