When we reached the forest office to secure our passes for an elephant safari at the Kaziranga National Park and Tiger Reserve, the morning was awakening. The unique smell of the forest was heightening my senses. I heard a morning sonata sung by the birds. When I tried looking at the forest from the entrance gate, I saw closely knit trees standing tall, giving the forest a boundary.
“Zara jaldi chalo” (Please hurry up) we said to our driver as we couldn’t afford to miss the safari that was to begin at 3pm sharp. We were excited partly because we were to embark on a safari ride and partly because it was our first day of the honeymoon. After all the sightseeing, we were ready for the new adventure. We reached the Mudumalai Tiger Reserve half an hour before the scheduled time. The complete name of this forest is The Mudumalai National Park and Wildlife Sanctuary and it is located in the southern part of India. We reserved our tickets and while waiting for the safari to begin, I got a cute companion.
When I explore different facets of nature I find myself exude nothing other than unalloyed joy. These experiences are unparalleled to any. Today I will write about one such experience in Phang Nga Bay which is a Ramasar site, located in the Andaman sea between the island of Phuket and the mainland of the Malay peninsula of southern Thailand. An extensive section of the bay has been protected as the Ao Phang Nga National Park, famous for its classic karst (landscape underlain by limestone) scenery and is a network of 42 islands and islets.
Before I continue with the second part of the story of our honeymoon adventure, I would like to thank all my readers for your overwhelming response to this travel story. Every mail that you sent me, every comment on my Facebook page, Instagram, Twitter and Google Plus are precious to me. Those who have not read the first part of the story, can read it here. Even today, the thought of those moments when we met the big cat, in Avalanche forest, makes chills run up and down my spine. So get yourself a cup of hot coffee, snuggle inside that soft blanket and read on.
Seven years have passed since that day. As I sit writing the story, I can still see the tiger before me, his bloodshot eyes adding threat to an already insistent glare like the last rays of daylight which cast a fiery glow all over. I can feel the myriad emotions that raced through me at the time, my naive shock at the scene, my confusion and my sense of powerlessness. It was a day among those golden seven days of our honeymoon in a romantic hill station named Ooty in India.
The Time always has a profound influence on my thoughts which eventually proliferates through my writings. I feel, when time walks with us, everything blooms and when it leaves us, we see the ruins.
I believe dance is a hidden language of the soul. When word fails, music, song and dance fulfills the silence. In this era where our brain consumes loads of information on various subjects, we rely on our primitive art forms to relax our mind.