The story · Chapter one
The lady of the lakes
Ranthambore is the most photogenic tiger reserve on earth, a thousand year old fort with lakes at its feet, and for two decades the tigress who ruled those lakes was Machli. Named for the fish shaped mark on her cheek, she held the best territory in the park, raised litter after litter beside the water, and treated the tourist jeeps as furniture. If you have ever seen a photograph of a tiger walking past ancient ruins, there is a fair chance it was her.
Then came the fight that made her a legend. A mugger crocodile, around fourteen feet of it, came for her kill at the water's edge. A tiger is not supposed to win that fight. She fought it in the shallow water and killed it, and the price was most of her canine teeth. A tigress without canines should have been finished. She kept hunting anyway, changed how she hunted, and kept her lakes for years afterwards.
- 14
- feet of crocodile, beaten
- 19
- years lived, almost unheard of in the wild
Chapter two
The long goodbye
A wild tiger rarely sees twelve. Machli reached about nineteen, toothless, half blind, and still walking her old ground while her daughters ruled the lakes she had given up. In her last years the forest department did something almost never done for a wild predator: they put food out for her. She had earned Ranthambore crores in tourism and, more than that, she had carried Indian tiger conservation on her face through its worst decade. Nobody was prepared to watch her starve.
Her reach went beyond her own park. When Sariska lost every tiger it had to poachers, the reserve was restarted with relocated Ranthambore tigers, and her line was central to it. One tigress, two parks.
She died in August 2016 and was cremated with full rites, wrapped in white cloth, garlanded, with crowds in attendance. No wild animal in India had ever been given a farewell like it. None has since.