I’m just back from Bandhavgarh without a single photographable tiger encounter at Rajbehra, my favourite meadow in Bandhavgarh along with Chakradhara. In fact this entire summer, I know of only four times the Rajbehra Female (Dhiti) or one of her highly photogenic cubs have put in an appearance there during our work hours. This is…
Tag: Jhurjhura
The Last Hurrah
The afternoon of 14 May 2010 remains one of the red-letter days in my diaries, not only because of the utterly spellbinding time we had with Auntie and her cubs, but also because we were beneficiaries of one of the greatest humanitarian acts that must ever have taken place in a tiger forest. We were…
Singing Her Own Requiem
“Cometh the hour, cometh the friend” should be revised the saying. The grounds for such a demand arise from the timely receipt of benevolence from Harshad Barve when we were driving from the Jhurjhura dam to Rajbehra on the fateful afternoon of 15 May. Having checked the Jhurjhura dam and found it to be free…
Soul of a Cat
Jujju Junior is not just a tiger cub. She is the kitten that resides in every cat, the youth, energy and the spirit of inquest that remains active in every feline soul. Mediocrity is not a standard that satisfies her, and knowledge incompletely gained is to her a totally unacceptable compromise. It is her life’s…
The Orange Ghost
Pigmented in Paradise, her aureate skin resonates with ether, as her fiery eyes pierce the soul. The spectre of the dark morphs into a spectacle in light as the rock beneath her feet throbs to the touch of her cushy paw. Her fur, coloured sienna by the caressing grass, escapes the folds of vision like…
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A female cub from the late Aunt Jujju’s first litter, photographed sleeping at Rajbehra on my first ever safari in Bandhavgarh. In those days the unsightly eyesore of the watch tower was not in existence and the water surface that season was flush with the top of the dam wall, making the already pretty…
‘Lingua Amore’
The play was intense but the tot couldn’t stay away for long. She waded through the brownish with a splash and ended up by her mother in a flash, who, welcoming her hearty child warmly, licked her nape with her long, pink tongue. The cub kissed her guardian angel on the chin and then nuzzled…
Days of Insouciance
When the sun shone bright and life wore pink, And the armour had in it no chink. The world was free and the world was fair, And we had in it not a trivial care. Life was a song and life was a dance, And for misery there was but no chance. Now those times…
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