22
Jul
By Deepika Negi, Founder and CEO, BizareXpedition The forest hadn't decided about the light yet when our jeep crossed into Bandhavgarh's Tala zone. Sal trees stood grey and patient in the mist, and the only sound for a long, held minute was the tick of a cooling engine and, somewhere behind a stand of bamboo, an alarm call that hadn't quite finished vibrating in the air. There was no second jeep jostling for the same sightline. No phone held up. No queue of engines idling at five hundred metres, then four hundred, then closer. Just the forest working out its…
