All around us is a green desert. What was supposed to be reserved and forest is now just denuded hills. Welcome to Kasalong Reserve Forest.
As our Chander Gari — a Second World War Willy’s Jeep fitted with a Mitsubishi engine — rolls on the topsy-turvy narrow herringbone road, tossing madly from one side to another and groaning to negotiate the stiff inclines, a horrible scene unfolds before us.
As far as the eyes go, the trees are all gone. Monsoon-fed lush green grass and bush now cover the hills all the way from