Dressed in a brand new sleeveless top and trousers, I clumsily sat in the elevated middle seat of the jeep. The husband was away with the driver to attend to the paperwork. We were about to embark on our first safari in the wilderness of Tadoba jungle. It was 2 PM and the glare of the Sun was at its worst. I was counting the number of tourists on the other jeeps. Most had 6, some 4. Our jeep would have only 2 — an easy choice for a tiger. In my mind I already pictured myself dead. Things were not always like this. I had performed meticulous research-work, and…