It is anyway surreal to witness the phenomenal magnetism of a wild tiger roaming with absolute authority and freedom in its world, which it knows more intimately than one can imagine, down to the location of each bend, and position of each stone around. But there’s something even more magical when a tiger moves through a meadow, the sienna grass gently swaying in the breeze as if welcoming the empress in much the manner of a king walking on the red carpet of his court being welcomed by fanning handmaidens. It appears as though whenever a tiger walks, Nature’s children come together to honour and celebrate their mother’s greatest creation – the tiger.
TIGGA TALES 