Five mornings, five drives, one goal: find the tigress known locally as Maya and her three cubs.
We started before sunrise each day, engines off well before the treeline, listening for alarm calls before moving an inch.
By the fourth morning, a langur troop gave her away — three cubs tumbling out of the grass behind her, unbothered by our idling vehicle.
It's a reminder that patience, not horsepower, is what actually finds a tiger.
