Twenty three People in Three Boats
Amarendra Chakravorty


Early in the morning on January 11, 2000 when we were taking the elephant ride in the Corbett National Park, we had suddenly come across the half-eaten kill of a tiger in the forest– only the sambar's head was visible beneath the cover of dry leaves and branches. It was so perfectly hidden that anybody would think it was done by man. The mahouts too were surprised to see it. They said that they had never seen a tiger hide its kill so perfectly. I only remembered that last evening I had taken a picture of a sambar when in the softly fading light Corbett National Park not only looked secretive but mystic as well.
     I was staying in the old Forest Guest House at Dhikala, inside the jungle. That itself was an experience.
     The two nights preceeding our night stay at Jim Corbett National Park in Nainital district, were spent at Haridwar, in the lap of the Ganga– in the tourist bungalow. One day we were seeing quintessential India reflected in the waters of the Ganga flowing since the mythical days, another day we are experiencing the pure fragrance of Mother Earth in the primordial forest– gaining such fundamental and deep feeling while travelling is not an everyday experience. From Haridwar, Jim Corbett National Park is 225 km via Ramnagar.

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