A jumbo-size problem

“Tusker!” The cry stopped the safari vehicle in its tracks. About 20 tourists gawked at the picture of splendour, like a dark raincloud in a starless sky, chomping on shoots in a grassy verge beside the bamboo forest. On our drive through Nagarahole National Park, we had spotted Elephas maximus…

When a green finger hurts

I have lived all my life with a green finger. Now scurvied by years of abuse in the urban wilderness, it joins my palsied lungs in an anguished cry. For clean air. For fresh water. For uncontaminated soil. For quiet. Around me, the poisoned land is fast losing the battle…