One afternoon, I noticed smoke from our camp. My mother and I rushed to control the fire. Two years later, it happened again, right next to our property. My husband and I, and our staff, fought the fire until 1 am,” says Tanuja Sah, pointing towards the dense patch of green where it all happened, as we walk through the forest. On our way, she points at the burnt leaves and shows me what were once tall tree trunks, now charred and razed to the ground.
