The Banbehi female cub in hot pursuit of her brother at Sita Mandap, May 2012

I can smell the wet earth and lap up the dew again. I can breathe the whispering wind and watch a virginal dawn crack again. I can feel again because I can tread the woods again.

And when the veil lifts, I can see a striped cat sprint against a black hole before it fades away into the starry night sky under which I can sleep again.

I can be again because I can dream again.


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