India, Oct. 3 -- It was just another summer morning. But as I began my regular day as a development professional, little did I know that a chance encounter would leave me with a web of thoughts that I would spend days unravelling. I was heading from my home in Kushalnagar to the Thithimathi Gram Panchayat in Kodagu district of Karnataka for a meeting, with my colleague Hoysala ND riding pillion on my two-wheeler.

And there he was, along the Mysuru-Virajpet road near the Anechowkuri forest check post - walking briskly, holding a yellow mass in his hand.

We caught up with the man and asked where he was rushing barefoot in the middle of the dense forest of Nagarahole National Park. And what he was carrying.

"It's a honeycomb. I am on my w...