As A Wildlife Lover

To sit amidst a herd of elephants, watching the little ones suckle their mothers and the young bulls square off. To first be treated with suspicion, as a stranger; And then as a tolerable guest; before they open up their little fold and let us in. To sit in absolute silence, with only the birds’ and the insects’ chirrups in the background… Ah!! Bliss!!!

Wild and free…

To people who ask me if it is not boring and monotonous to visit the same forests repeatedly, I can only say that they cannot be more mistaken… Buildings and cities may remain as such, but never forests. They are not at all similar, and the same forest is never the same on two different days. The sensation of being there, of being a part of the untouched wilderness, of feeling the dominance of Mother Nature, which changes to addiction after just a little while, is something that cannot be explained and can only be understood with experience. Different wildlife lovers might like different seasons and aspects of the forest. But one thing they will all agree with is that, it’s the one love in their lives that they will not give up for a million dollars!!!

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11 thoughts on “As A Wildlife Lover

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