It was one of those monsoon evenings when the rain played hide and seek. We were on our way to Pollachi from Coimbatore. Lulled by smooth roads and rhythmic traffic, we didn’t notice that it began to pour. At our destination, however, there were no signs of rain. Nothing unusual, one might think: the clouds perhaps were swept away. But when we drove back, it began to pour when we crossed the exact same location as before. It was as though someone held a gigantic hand shower over that particular stretch on the Pollachi-Coimbatore flyover. The town that stands there, is Kinathukadavu.
Ask locals and they would tell you that this is how it has always been. Kinathuadavu is the Chosen One: it rains there even if its neighbours are as dry as dust. “I remember being intrigued by this phenomenon during bus journeys,” recalls Coimbatore-based Patric Johnson who studied at an engineering college in Pollachi.
