Before I entered the forest of Corbett, it was tiger that I had in mind. I was one of the truck loads of tourists who arrive in forest in search of the elusive big cat. But once I was in there, all my perceptions changed.
Corbett has landscapes that have few parallels anywhere in India. Dhikala’s vast grasslands, the wide riverbed of Ramaganga and the tall Sal trees fill the beholder’s eyes. It is Corbett where I want to spend every winter, I told myself and even figured that it would not be hard for me to find a naturalist’s job. Alas, other attachments pulled me back from there, but I know I am bound to get back there again and again.
Its misty golden sunrises and mysterious forests are something I keep dreaming even though it is more than a year since I was there.
Read more about my visit to Corbett, and photographs from the place.