We wade our jeep back from the silent jungle—disappointed. The guide did show some pug-marks and tiger scrap lying around. But then he is been doing that since last week.
Patience is a virtue, he says. Duh!!
My thought swims through the scattered leaves, the branches of the tree and the echo of deer calls in the distance. Dusk is creeping in. We've gotta get out of here.
Suddenly, the jeep came to a screeching halt. Waking me up from reverie.
I look up to see her standing right in front, prowling in the backdrop of magical sunset—eyeing her dinner.