14THE MOON EMERGED, a white button on a dark fabric, as we glided down the Bay of Bengal. I looked up from where we sat on the boat and followed its ascent. One of those
indulgent moons, the kind that would wink at you when you stare hard enough. We were on our way to Tin Kolna Island. The surrounding forest was quiet, too quiet. Our tour guide, Abhishek, put down
his sitar and beckoned us closer.
“I will tell you a story about the Sundarban tigers.” He said with his deep voice. Tired of playing cards, charades, and reading the required books for English Class, we shuffled
near, dragging our mats and blankets behind us, swiping at the large mosquitos on our way.
“These are not your ordinary tigers. These are hunters who attack men and steal children at night. Some villagers believe th
