At the foot of the Indian peninsula, where three seas converge in a frothy swirl of salt and spray, a rugged mountain chain starts its northern journey. Most visitors and the numerous pilgrims at Kanyakumari
(Cape Comorin) scarcely notice the hills overshadowing their ablutions and joyous play in the sea. It is early June and with the trade winds changing, the South West monsoon is making its first landfall. Enormous cumulonimbus clouds gather off the coast waiting to drench the land with the lifeblood of the monsoon...