|When three is not a crowd.|
On some days, I chance upon a tiny snake, about a feet long, slithering away from the porch that leads to my office sinking towards the cool comfort of grass, disappearing as soon as it appears. On a few occasions, there is long grey one crossing the road, causing people passing by to sensationalize its appearance. We watch, we let it go by, slipping into the pit of stagnant rain water that looks more like a pond and we offer reverence to it if it appears to look more like a cobra.
On my way back when the sun is dipping orange-pink, I spot my favorite herd of Nilgais. nibbling on grass blades. I start clicking them in excitement every time I spot them at a stone throw distance, forgetting how camera-shy they are, till one of them sees me, scampers away, alarmed as though he saw a ghost and the rest of the herd follows fleeing for their life. Now, every evening I try mastering the art of clicking them without them realizing that I’m clicking them on the sly, by walking on without halting. But damn! They are so sensitive. The moment they find my eyes on them now, they start playing hide and seek, which is amusingly adorable yet frustrating when I’m unable to get that perfect click. I almost feel like paparazzi.
|What the hell is she doing?|
|Did she just click a picture of mine?|
|Guys, run! We’re without makeup!|
|Ah…safe now, from this distance. Gawd…is she ever going to
give up on hounding us?
But tell you what, as much as I love absorbing the nature and wildlife here, the peacocks screeching constantly in the background has got to me. Don’t know why, but I’ve started feeling like they do it to mock me, coz’ it looks like their cacophony goes up when I step closer. Till the time I come across a quiet one dancing in a solitary corner all fanned out in its vibrant blues, and I get mesmerized like a child at the wondrous sight yet again no matter how many times I get to see it.
|A sight to behold.|