Among the infinite miracles of a forest trail, sighting a Tiger is most fascinating for me, the Tiger lasts to incite curiosity in inconceivably different ways. What I gather from city folks is awe and the fear of Tiger’s might, mostly it changes around derivatives of the rarest theoretical man-eater or the brutish saheb’s adventure with his gun as printed in vivid papers.

But from the very first pugmark we saw in Eturnagaram, to the direct Tiger findings and the most recent one in NSTR on May 11 2014, my understanding for the Tiger multiples further. It is a striped charmer just longing for its realm, the realm which we erroneously destruct and vociferously conferred as ours as if an family right.

I have had wonderful knowledge spending long hours in forest, just examination insects, watching fishes, birds and bees. With all my love for woods I never simply blame an physical for frantic alarm calls or charging at me, I quality it to their innocent conduct involving serious  attempts to avoid a human conflict. I have been emotional by an angry sub-adult Gaur, luckily some huge rocks and rocks separated the infuriated bull and us, only to follow it against all counsel to find it rejoining the herd. It simply thought that we stood in its way, it obvious to give a fight then followed it with a flight.