April is the cruellest month at the Bandipur National Park but a slight mist in the early hours enhanced the mystery of the jungle. Shadows loomed large and dark. As the sun began to filter in, the jungle came alive with the twittering of birds. Spotted deer loped all over, rushing across our path and then grazing in small clearings with their fawns.
After a decade, I was on a wildlife jaunt to Bandipur, an enchanting forest that never ceases to delight me, no matter the season. Once the hunting preserve of the erstwhile Maharaja. . .