Ramya Reddy: Vanya, it’s an honour to sit with you today. Your dedication to the Nilgiris, its people, and its heritage has been a guiding light for many of us who deeply love these mountains. As I walked through the shola forests this past week, I couldn’t help but think of the countless stories these landscapes hold—some of which you’ve helped preserve and bring to life. There’s a particular magic here, isn’t there? One that seems to draw us back, no matter where life takes us. I arrived in the Nilgiris nearly 20 years ago to study photography and quickly realized there was much more to the journey, and I know you understand that feeling well.
Vanya Orr: Thank you, Ramya. It’s lovely to hear how the Nilgiris have woven themselves into your life. The mountains have a way of calling us back, reminding us of the roots we didn’t even know we had. For me, it’s always been about listening to those stories—whether they come from the land, the people, or the silence in between.
Ramya: Absolutely. It’s like the land holds its breath, waiting for us to hear what it has to say. I found myself becoming more than just a photographer here. My work evolved into something that felt necessary—to document and preserve this region’s stories, beauty, and culture.
Vanya: That’s so important, Ramya. It is vital to bring back meaning and value to these traditions and art forms. People often lose touch with what’s crucial to their identity and culture, and your work helps reconnect them. Tarun (Chhabra) did incredible work in energizing these communities. When he began his work with the Todas, many of their traditions were vulnerable, but he inspired them to mend their temples physically and spiritually. His efforts helped sustain the richness of their cultural knowledge and pass it on to the younger generation.
Ramya: Vanya, your story is rich in history and personal discovery. I’m particularly fascinated by how you returned to the Nilgiris with your mother and decided to stay. Was there a specific moment during that journey that made you realize this was where you were meant to be?
Vanya: It wasn’t one single moment, but rather the entire journey felt like a series of doors opening. In 1994, I travelled with my mother to Bombay on my sixtieth birthday. She hadn’t returned since she was sent to school in England when she was six. The war broke out while they were in Europe, and she didn’t see her parents again until she was 11.
When she was around 80, she discovered she had some money she didn’t know about, and we encouraged her to have an adventure. She wanted to go back to Bombay to see the places she remembered from before she was six, a time she called her “magic time”. Although she was hesitant at first, we made the trip. I remember vividly, as we approached India in the early morning light, with the sun rising on one side and the moon setting on the other. It felt as though we were stepping through a gateway—like entering a portal into another world. That moment was transformative for both of us, though I had no idea where it would lead.
We retraced the steps my grandfather took when he returned to Bombay after proposing to my grandmother. We then caught the train down to Bangalore. [My grandmother had been a teacher at Bishop Cotton School in Bangalore and lived on Richmond Road with her friend.] We passed by stations filled with memories from their letters.
Ramya: That must have been a powerful experience for both of you.
Vanya: It indeed was.
Ramya: Your family’s history in the Nilgiris is fascinating. I’m curious: how did the Cinchona plantations impact your family’s legacy in the region?
Vanya: Yes, it was quite a journey. My twice-great grandfather came from Ireland in 1824 to join the army attached to the East India Company and fell in love with the Nilgiris and Wayanad. His sons followed him and established estates there. Though I hadn’t lived in the Nilgiris before, the connection ran deep in the family’s history.
My great-grandfather’s coffee estates there prospered initially but faced problems until the brief gold rush in the 1880s. When the promise of gold didn’t materialize, they lost much of what they had. Despite that, they paid off all their debts.
In the middle 1800s, the Indian government offered my grandfather a position managing the Dodabetta Cinchona Plantation. It was there that he and his wife raised their 12 children. The Cinchona plantation provided quinine, an essential treatment for malaria. Unfortunately, the discovery of synthetic quinine in the 1980s meant that the Cinchona market for the original product collapsed, a significant loss for the community.
Ramya: What happened after this significant collapse?
Vanya: After much initial discussion, in the 1980s, a Medicinal Herb Research Centre was set up which gave valuable research and documentation data relating to cultivation and oil distillation. However, this was closed down when the Forestry Department decided to clear the Cinchona trees and replace the Cinchona with eucalyptus as a more commercially viable venture. This degraded the entire landscape and left the community with no income and threatened with eviction due to the policy, at that time, to move out any people living in forest areas, as people living there would only contribute to their degradation.
When we arrived, the area was in shock—hundreds of acres of trees had been clear-felled. Years of rich development of high-altitude germplasm were lost, along with so much heritage and livelihood.
Ramya: What was it like for you to finally arrive in the Nilgiris, knowing your family’s deep history here?
Vanya: Although I hadn’t lived in India before, I grew up on stories of the Nilgiris. Later, when I lived in the village, I kept thinking about my great-grandmother, who loved her garden and sweet violets. Everything was overgrown and abandoned, but one day, as I was gardening, I found under a bush, a small clump of sweet violets. It was so affirming and for a moment, felt as though she was still there.
Ramya: Tell us about your upbringing in Wales—it sounds like you moved from one sacred landscape to another.
Vanya: I grew up on a wild farm in Wales, surrounded by an ancient landscape steeped in history, where some of the stones used to build Stonehenge were sourced. From an early age, this numinous land—with its sacred stones, trees, rivers, and hills—became my inner landscape, shaping my connection to the natural world. That deep bond with the earth is something I later rediscovered in the Nilgiris. But basically, I think it was my ancestors and my life journey that brought me here.
Ramya: And that connection led you to stay?
Vanya: Not initially. I loved the Nilgiris, though it hadn’t occurred to me to stay there long-term. But the people of Cinchona village, whose ancestors had a far connection to mine, were losing their homes and livelihoods. They told me, “You’re part of our story; you must help us.” I didn’t know the language, the hierarchy, how anything worked, or if I could do anything. So, I started trying to find ways to support them, connecting with people who could help.
I met a remarkable man while trying to understand what had happened in the area. His name was Krishna Kumar, and he was an absolute visionary—a remarkable District Forest Officer (DFO). I asked him about the situation, and he explained how they were at an impasse because, politically, they couldn’t shift the people out; one collector who supported him had already been transferred. “If you think of a way you can help, get back in touch with me,” he said.
I approached Jayanthi, the then-collector of the Nilgiris, and she said, “If you can do anything to help, it would be a huge burden off my back.” I was beginning to wonder if I could get involved with this, but I couldn’t see how.
So, I asked the villagers to give me a list of all the people in the village, including their names, ages, experiences, and what they would like to do. They returned the list, but the last column—where they were supposed to write their dreams—was empty.
Ramya: That’s heartbreaking.
Vanya: I told them, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what your dreams are.” And they responded, “Madam, we can’t dream. We don’t have food for our children, our houses are in disrepair, we face harassment from the Forest Department, and our children are pulling up all the trees. We’ve spent all our money on lawyers. We can’t see any way out; nobody can.”
Something inside me just shifted. How do you have a future if you can’t dream? I realized I had made some kind of contract to be there. So, I stayed in my grandmother’s house, in the room where she died, for three days. I was trying to feel into the situation. I knew that if I stepped in, thinking I could “fix things,” it would all come crashing down around my ears. That I had to be sure it was, somehow, something I had come to do…part of my life contract.
But even after three days, I still couldn’t see a way forward, so I returned to England, keeping minimal contact with people.
However, when a Charity offered me money to return to check it out, I felt things were moving forward. I found an address someone had given me and sent a letter to FRLHT (Foundation for Revitalization of Local Health Traditions) in Bangalore explaining the situation. FRLHT was established to conserve and sustainably use India’s medicinal plant resources and to revitalize traditional health practices. They were trying to find ways forward for communities living in the forest who were in danger of eviction by the Forest Department.
Ten days later—unheard of then—I received a reply asking me to come to Ooty to meet with them and Krishna Kumar.
It was as if the universe had suddenly decided to move things forward. I went to Ooty, and in the DFO’s office, he and a director from FRLHT received me. Krishna Kumar said, “Vanya, you won’t have any validity or credibility as a foreigner and even less as a woman. I suggest you set up a women’s organization with the local women at Dodabetta, and we can develop a project to restore part of the old estate with medicinal plants.”
Ramya: When Krishna Kumar pointed out the potential challenges you might face, did it make you reconsider your approach? How did you build trust and credibility with the community despite these obstacles?
Vanya: It was a situation where everything was locked, and nobody could see a way out. But then, one thing changes, and suddenly, everything shifts. I think I just happened to be there when that change occurred. FRLHT was instrumental in helping communities at risk of losing their homes and livelihoods by integrating traditional knowledge systems with modern health practices. I had some experience in organic farming and nursing, so I helped with organic production. I asked Krishna Kumar and the FRLHT director, “If the women would be able to receive the same wages as the men for the same work?” and “It had to be organic.” At that time, organic wasn’t even in the market, so it was a new concept for them. They agreed.
The horticulture department surveyed all the cultivated areas in Nilgiris and declared them completely dead. The chemicals used destroyed any living organisms in the soil. It was like a hydroponic situation where you feed it chemicals and reap toxic, low-quality yield. Yet, many people were indifferent.