She was so close, that I had to shoot a very damn tight frame!
She was so close, that I had to shoot a very damn tight frame!
There are few living creatures who are as graceful as a flamingo.
On a rainy night, and as nature has it own ways, she arrived in all her glory. I have always been mystified, how nature always puts the God’s own child through the stormiest of night. A royal blood, whose naturally was to choose royalty, she had more admiration for the swords and blood. Curiosity took her often to the edges of darkness, only to be called back in her mother’s lap. Yet those days, instigated in her a strong resolution to go beyond the darkness.
Youth brings in a storm in blood. And she was a warrior. At those tender years, she craved for her own palace, an absolute world which she can create, break and create again. All in her own wish and will. Her soft feet set the trails on fire, her attitude put the boldest to shame. A tireless storm she was, uprooting everything in her cyclone of life. As she her, so did her hunger to reach the top. She flew her victory flag, even before she saw the war. She may have been the quietest, but her prayers moved mountains.
What happens when a seed of motherhood gets planted into a rebellious soul? And as the Mother Nature would have wanted, one day she lead the path to new lives; lives which will always carry her blood. She became calm, not because the taste of blood went dry, but she has learnt to control the hunger. She went to every extent, often breaking the unseen rules of royalty and feminine. After all, she is the one, whose inner God, was greater than all the giants she faced. Every one wants to have a history of their own; she always wanted to create a legacy. And as she realises that her stories will be passed down the years, she has perhaps found peace. Now she just resides, in her garden of Eden.
She came in this world with a name which itself means “in all glory”. She has a name, Cleopatra.
But we prefer calling her just Maya.
Because having a queen sit on a throne at ground level is too mainstream!
How long can a mortal stay mute to the primal calls of nature? How long can you be deaf when the longing rises from the blood and bones? How long before you give away to the lust of claws and jaws?
I have to answer, I need to go!
Let the light in each one of us burn brighter than all the darkness around.
Over the passage of time, the jungle tends to choose its own course. It has an intimate and intricate way to giving the pedestal to the mightiest. As the equilibrium must be kept, so must the nature oblige this selection of the jungle.
As the destiny was written in rocks, a mighty father and a protective mother gives away their soil to their bravest gene. Even if Darwin may have been wrong with his natural selection theory, Mother Nature is never wrong to hand the baton to the strongest.
The young grew, mightier by the moment. Tales were being told of a new hero, a new story was being written in the scripture of the forest. Seasons flew by.
And then dryness of summer, got the lingering smell of wet woods, which had a new stench. And also new footprints. Someone has chosen to step inside the walls where destiny has sealed fates. Death by choice as they call in our world.
Hide and seek play continued, and so did the increasing presence of a line which wasn’t a part of this story. It was not a new story, some one has chosen to write a new book in itself, which will define the future of the forest. Winter came, the fire of the forest bloomed again, and yet the game of light and shadow continued. He didn’t want the spotlight, neither he was after fame. All he was looking for was a legacy.
The fire inside him burned brighter than the darkness of impossibilities around him. The blurred timelines of the forest was playing a new hand, no one ever had read what was coming.
It never was easy, neither he was looking to win easily. He fought, survived, fought again. And then when everyone was tired at sundown, he fought again. He truly believed, what if he had just one day to live and he fought like the same. The Darwin laws had played its part. The Mother Nature threw in her trump card. The destiny on the rocks were being scrubbed off with new paws.
We will never be bestowed with the clarity on the uncertainty. Why and how, will always end with question marks. After all stories have heroes. Legends have legacies.
He definitely has a number; however we just love to call him Matkasur.
One day, big and beautiful deer was wandering in the jungle. He was looking for food. He wanted to eat something different from what he ate everyday. While wandering, he came to the outskirt of the jungle. There he saw a fruit laden tree. He had never tasted such fruits before. So he cautiously ate one. The fruit was very sweet and luscious. The deer started coming to that fruit tree everyday. He gave up eating all other plants that grew in the jungle. He would eat only the fruits of that particular tree.
A hunter lived in the nearby village. He used to go to the forest everyday and passed by that tree. One day, as he saw the footmarks of the deer. He was glad to see the footmarks and stood watching them. After sometime, he saw the deer enjoying the tasty fruits of the tree. The hunter made up his mind to catch the deer. “He is so big and beautiful. He will fetch me a lot of money”. He thought.
The hunter came back to the tree next morning and hid himself among the branches of a nearby tree. He intended to kill the deer with his bow and arrow.
After about an hour, the deer arrived. He was a very clever and cautious deer. He saw human footprints on the wet soil. Therefore, he did not go near the fruit tree. Instead, he stood watching for any sign of the human being. He spoke to the fruit tree, “My dear talking tree, why didn’t you welcome me today? Why are you not dropping your fruits for me today? Are you angry with me? Have I offended you by my misconduct?”
Hearing the deer speak, the hunter plucked some fruits from the fruit tree and threw them towards the deer. The deer was now sure that a hunter was lying in wait for him. He said to the tree, “It appears that you are not in a mood to talk with me today.
Therefore, you have thrown the fruits without welcoming me. I cannot accept the fruits without welcoming me. I cannot accept the fruits, as you are annoyed. I will come back only when you are in a pleasant mood”. So saying, he hid himself behind the tall bush that grew nearby.
The hunter was quite disappointed. He aimed an arrow at the deer. However, the arrow missed him. The deer ran swiftly and disappeared into the thick forest. He had outwitted the hunter.