Sariska Lodge stands on a piece of land where the forest once ran deep and uninterrupted. Years ago, it had grown quiet, its native trees overtaken, its water lines drawn thin. But the memory of wilderness lingered.
Drawn to the edge of Sariska’s sanctuary, Mr. Shekhawat saw not a patch of barren earth, but a beginning. The land, worn but waiting, felt familiar, echoing the rhythms of a childhood spent among leopards, rescued tiger cubs, and the quiet rituals of a family that had long held nature close…