Ghanerao Jungle Lodge

A cup of coffee, a dead bark of tree draped in a string of light, pen, personal diaries and books.

Watching the stars, listening to Rumi’s poetry in the dark, lamp lit night, we wonder

A trip which started with a sleepy night, where I’m questioning another wild decision I took, putting myself in between 15 strangers (alas, I had my hoodie, but still!!) for the reasons

stepping into the cottage felt like, home, at last. I could just sit by the glass wall of the room, remove the curtain and watch, the maidaan at the bottom of the valley to the right. The winding road, the trees, the बाड़ of the resort to keep wild animals out.

Comming Soon Gajner