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  Memories from Dalma — A Reunion in the Wild Part-III Night descended lazily over Dalma. Under the full-moon sky, the entire landscape glowed in silver, and the Dalma range stood like a silent guardian. A few playful deer even ventured close enough to peek into our cottage, as if curious about the four city-dwellers invading their peaceful domain. Shambhu, the restaurant boy, had arranged a dining table right inside my room. The four of us sat with glasses of Scotch in hand, and before long the years began to melt away. The spirited debates between Jaga and Souti and the trademark quirky arguments from Panja felt exactly like our engineering-college evenings of forty years ago. True, the script now calls us “responsible individuals” and not the jackass students we once were, but the sentiments swirling in that little room unmistakably belonged to those carefree days of youth. It was as though the moonlit hills outside had opened a little doorway to the past, letting our memories s...

                         Memories from Dalma — A Reunion in the Wild After a bellyful lunch and a few photographs by Souti & Jaga, we reluctantly set out for   our final destination — Dalma Resort, 18 km ahead.   A quick video is here - https://youtu.be/YmvTs4zZQt4 After about 2 km, the road branched off from the main highway and turned into a narrow uphill path. At the top stood a large hoarding boldly announcing the entrance to the Dalma Forest Range. Along the roadside, numerous display boards proudly declared that we were entering a region inhabited by elephants, bears, giant squirrels, deer, and several species of birds including the great Indian hornbill. After travelling several kilometres and spotting no animals other than domestic hens and cows, Jaga aptly remarked that there were indeed plenty of these wild creatures here — but only on the signboards! At every tourist spot, visitors are the easiest ...