Walk in the woods with backpacker Ravi Raj

ढलते, अस्त होते
रक्ताभ सूरज,
सांझ ढले जब तुम चाहो
एक अपना सा शांत कोना…
मूंद लेना अपनी आंखें
देख लेना कुछ सपने
जी लेना अपने हिस्से के कुछ पल
सिर्फ अपने लिए।
सुबह तो तुम्हें फिर चमकना होगा ना
दुनिया के लिए….

~ तुम्हारी सांझ

5th May 2025, 6:30 PM around

The morning sun, a painter of gold, touched the face of the tiger cub as he approached our gypsy. He was bold, curious, and utterly captivating. The light transformed his fur into a shimmering spectacle, a vision of pure gold. In that instant, William Blake's words echoed in my mind: "Tiger, tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night..." The poem's powerful imagery resonated deeply with the scene unfolding before me.

Yet, my awe was laced with a primal alertness. The cub's innocent curiosity masked the raw power of a predator. Every rustle of leaves, every shift in the cub's stance, heightened my senses. My heart pounded, a drumbeat against the symphony of the jungle. I was mesmerized, yet acutely aware that this enchanting encounter could shift in a heartbeat. The golden light, the cub's innocent gaze, and the underlying tension created a moment etched forever in my memory.

For 13 years, I've journeyed to Jim corbett National Park, seeking glimpses of its majestic tigers. Today, I witnessed something truly special - the third generation cub of the legendary Paro! It's a heartwarming sight, a testament to her enduring legacy.

Paro, with her strength and resilience, has captivated us for years. Now, her bloodline continues through these playful cubs. They tumble and pounce, oblivious to the weight of their lineage. But I see Paro in their eyes, the same spark of untamed spirit.

It's a privilege to witness this cycle of life. These cubs are not just animals, they're a symbol of hope. Hope for the future of tigers, hope for the preservation of their wild spaces. And hope that one day, these cubs will have cubs of their own, carrying Paro's flame into the future.

हल्के हल्के बढ़ रही है चेहरे की लकीरें

नादानी और तजुर्बे का बंटवारा हो रहा है!!

Royal blood …

Early to rise, early to bed ...

My personal enemy is fog, while clicking photos in cold. We were aware about Tiger presence, but It's stripes barely visible in the foggy winter morning. Later we came to know that It had already seen us. Making eye contact with tigers is an exciting experience. Which cannot be described in words.

Presence and Dominance ...

Kings are not made, they are earned. ...

After mom's training, you become fearless :-)

winters are coming !! let's ready your weapons !! :-)

Tusker about to charge on us ... narrow escaped …