Perspectives on ideas and the wild
For the forest guards of Uchila Camp, the night was never a time for sleep. It was a time for listening to the snap of a heavy branch or the low, throat-tightening rumble of a six-ton visitor. For months, the camp had been a flashpoint. The staff, dedicated to protecting the wild, were exhausted by …
When I joined the forest department, I had a certain image of myself. Striding through misty forests, binoculars around my neck, quietly protecting the wildlife. Nobody told me there would be days I'd be carrying a rubber boat on my head through a thorny forest.It started as a clean, professional mission. My team and I, …
Phoolguri was drenched in monsoon rains. The furious wet winds had hit this lost corner that hid under a veil of invisibility. Struggling through the windy rain and darkness of the late evening, Jadhav was inspecting the railway line bisecting the road at Phoolguri railway crossing. Walking through muddy puddles of rain in his rubber boots, he …