We were in the wilderness of Maharashtra. Husband was away on some work and I was alone. The thought of a personalised passport holder India can be proud of was the last thing on my mind. “If I am late one more minute, the waiters and cooks will latch the dining hall and leave for their homes. I will miss lunch,” I thought to myself. It is not a good idea to miss lunch when I am acres away from proper civilization and without any food stock. It was 1:30 PM when I opened the door of our room. I took my first step outside and froze. A giant green…