Hunterwali

Tiger-spotting time ends in March. The shooting season did too, in the days of the Raj and the rajahs. Holidaying in a forest cottage has me musing about those hunting trips of a century ago. From which your mustachioed, sola topi-ed grandfather returned with a full bag of game — and tall tales from the fireside. Now it’s your man who’s hungry for the kill. This is what I told him. These days, jungli expeditions call for passes and permits. The game’s up, and no longer afoot. But it is

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