29/12/2024
A walk at dusk to the scene of the drama.
We were sitting around the fire late at night. It was cold and a meteor shower that was supposed to take place, didn't. The village just down the road, had gone to sleep and even the dogs had called it a night.
Suddenly the quiet of the night was pierced by the sharp alarm call of a Chital. A single call followed up by multiple calls from the herd, echoed through the jungle. Those of us who have spent enough nights in the tiger jungles of India, know the significance of the pitch of the calls and also, of multiple calls. The jungle had come alive and the early warning sentries of the village, the dogs, had woken up from their slumber and were barking their alarms too.
It was quite the thrill, as we sat huddled by the fire, to know that a cat, quite possibly the resident tigress and her two cubs, had set out on their nightly walk along the river bed of the Palain, barely 100 metres away from where we were sitting. Concealed by the inky darkness all around us, their presence only advertised by the ever vigilant Chital.
Moments from our jaunts that make us keep coming back to the beautiful and exciting jungles of India. If you also enjoy evenings around a fire, listening to what the jungles have to say and walking through them,
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