In the age before tourism, these were ‘impure’ heathen homes of cannibals. The chroniclers in the Chola dynasty called them thus. Then these morphed into British penal islands with the wheel-shaped Cellular prison, the tenebrous Kalapani, as the painful centerpiece. When the colonialists left, these wind-swept, coral-fringed atolls and sun-soaked, jungle-clad beaches became India’s off-grid frontiers—taken from Burma in exchange for two Manipur districts during the remapping of territory. And they remained so, their raw beauty mostly unexplored and their naked minimalism untouched. But now, Andaman and Nicobar Islands in the east are at the front edge of the conservation versus development battle; as is Lakshadweep to the west.