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“To be able to see any of the animals in the wild, one has to be in the right place at the right time. No one can ever tell what the right place or the right time is though.” we were told.
Fortunately, below are all the instances when we found ourselves in the right place at the right time by the mercy of the jungle gods –
77 African Lions (various Prides, one lone lioness, one mating pair, one lioness with two little cubs). 7 Cheetahs (2 adult and 5 cubs). 5 Leopards (one cub and mother, three loners). 15 White Rhinos. 1 African Wildcat. 16 Hyenas. 25 Wild Dogs (two or three different packs). 2 Nyalas. 8 Jackals. 1 Bushpig. 1 Reedbuck. 3 Leopard Tortoise. 2 Puff Adders. 1 Chameleon.
Tens of Steenboks, Klipspringers, Hippos, Warthogs, Duikers, Crocodiles, Tsessebes, Dwarf Mongoose, Banded Mangoose.
Hundreds of Elephants, Giraffes, Waterbucks, Kudus, Vervet Monkeys, Baboons, Buffaloes.
Thousands of Wildebeests, Impalas, Zebras.
And 50-70 different species of birds.
All in all, one amazing trip.
do you really blush
and color the sky pink
when I lock my eyes
Do you really think
that a thin veil
of splashing waves
can distract me
from the mesmerizing you?
I’m off to South Africa (Kruger National Park) for three weeks. Looking forward to living in the wild!
After hours in the air
nights become days
and days dissolve into nights –
even though weary and tired
the eyes feel sleepy yet alive.
The feet, the happy feet –
always ready to tread
for a little longer
to catch a glimpse
of all that lies ahead
one step at a time.
The mind, the spirited mind –
always full of wanderlust
dreams of seeing
all that is unseen
one place at a time.
twisting and turning,
along the expanse of life,
around every block,
determined and patient –
I carve my own way
In that cozy little corner
where faded rays of the sun
and the booming sound of the rain
I settle with a book in hand
and get lost
in a world
unlike my own.
Little droplets falling from heaven –
divine blessings it offers with every touch;
merry verses it hums with the gentle breeze;
and, a million stories it shares –
with all who can sense that brief
hiatus time then takes.
One day songs will be sung; tales will be told –
of a silly girl who always paused
and looked up whenever time stood still.
(or was it that time stood still whenever she looked up?)
Will you stop
to her story; to her song –
about how the little droplets falling from heaven
always blessed her with a spring under her steps
as she rejoiced under the pouring sky?
It’s been a couple of days since parents landed here.
A jetlagged Appa can be seen walking around the house like a zombie at times, and an over enthusiastic Amma can be found clitter-clattering around the kitchen most of the times. To avoid being disturbed, I lock myself in the study as I work from home and step out only to take little breaks every now and then.
This afternoon, at the stroke of lunch hour, I go down to get some food and promptly come back to the study with a bowl of rice. I turn on some show on Netflix on my phone and mindlessly start to devour what’s in my hands. Within seconds, I hear footsteps outside the door and Appa makes an appearance.
Even before I make eye contact with him, even before I can utter a word, even before I have a chance to pick up my phone and put the show on pause, he profusely apologizes for walking in on me during what he thinks is an official conference call, and walks out feeling utterly guilty for disturbing me.
You know what’s funny? – what he heard and assumed to be a “conference call” was nothing but a steamy / extremely passionate moment between two people in the episode.
“Conference call” it is then; the not-so-poetic but supremely funny metaphor will never fail to elicit laughter bouts in our household for eons.