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.
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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.