Synopsis There are no dense forests dose to human habitation. The forests lie in a distant land where, on the banks of the Godavari, the winds are burdened with the smell of the ripe-fallen jambu fruit. Aranyak is an account of that imaginary land. This is not a travelogue; nor is it a diary, it is a novel…. Yet, the background of Aranyak is not entirely imagined. There used to be, and there still are, such vast expanses of forest spreading to the horizon…