I travelled. For over a decade. Met people. Strangers. Each different. And yet not so much so. They all share an identity. They are Indians.
This book is a portrait. And a reflection.
Elephant Justice Killed Man. Mob Justice Followed!
A peaceful elephant road crossing would have stayed so had a man not been trampled by one of the herd. The man would have been alive had he – and scores of others – not shouted, heckled and honked. The ruckus disturbed the giant mammals and one of them lost his – or her – cool leading to the tragedy.
