An Elephantine Affair to Remember...
The Jeep is reversing on a narrow jungle track as rushed as it can. But over the loud cackling of its engine and rustling of the branches the jeep unapologetically brushed by, is one unmistakable sound - the hastening beat of my pounding heart. This is jarred every alternate second by the trumpets of the three elephants charging at us, their trunks raised, and their heavy legs kicking off the heavy jungle dust akin to leading the charge in a war. In the still and noiseless jungle setting, the sound of every single elephant trumpet, coupled with the heaviness of their charge can pierce and shred every single assumption of well-being and security that you have ever had in your life. A panic that you have not known so far; a fear so primordial, not experienced so far.. It is clear by now, the charge is not a mock one. The elephants are sufficiently peeved to respond everytime they hear the roaring of the jeeps engine approaching. May be half an hour earlier in the Evening, we had