I am now in Kanha, one of the best kept national parks in India that once boasted of more than a hundred tigers. The naturalist here with me says, the numbers are now down to 89. He helpfully adds that the smaller number is not attributed to poaching, but because the tigers are expanding their habitat. There can’t be a better news if that is true. I will be at Kanha for two more days before heading back to Bangalore. Meanwhile, here is another picture from Orchha.
An old temple as tall as an 8-storeys building, a river flowing at the edge of the forest with tall monuments on its bank, a fort surrounded by the river, a few palaces and a popular old temple. That is quickly summing up Orchha for you without talking about the tales of the Bundel Kings, a feel of discovering a hidden place belonging to an ancient era and the joys of listening to the water flowing over the boulders. Here is a picture from Orchha, where I spent a few days before moving on Khajuraho. It is a small place, but Orchha really deserved a lot more time than I spent there.
