So 1 fine day during Diwali, I'm in Delhi, bored to the very core, just breathing in the gas chamber. I just decide to pack my bags, get out of the toxicity, and go spot some tigers. A drive of about 250 km to Jim Corbett and with the melodies of Wicked Game and Nebraska being played along the journey, bliss.
Like a child eager to eat a piece of cake, I was excited to see the royal beasts of Jim Corbett. Thinking of the infinite possibilities, I started dreaming of 2 tigers going for it in the middle of the forest to impress the tigress, or a mother carrying her cub back to play with her brothers and sisters. Just with the intention that I don't jinx it, or I don't get disappointed, I charge my camera, drink a Bud, and sleep it off.
A big thanks to my very very good luck, after spending 2 days on the Safari, standing for hours together with my camera, just waiting to spot one, I couldn't spot a single tiger. Disheartened, I return to my hotel and check the other photos I captured in my journey, uploaded along with the post.
I showed these photos to my ajji(grandmom), and to my surprise, her eyes filled up with tears. On telling her about how my luck helped in not being able to spot a single tiger, her reply to this was - "Beta, the journey looks much better than the destination."
