In the resort, the lady asked, ‘are you going for the safari?’ I said yes. She said, ‘we didn’t see the Lion yesterday’. I said ok.
We started at a dark chilly morning. Fresh energies, fresh hope.
In the jeep, the guide said, ‘don’t be disappointed if you don’t see the Lion. Sometimes you see, sometimes you don’t. Just enjoy this jungle.’ I said ok.
We found fresh footprints on the track; still nothing.
We spotted deers, peacocks, boars, but still no Lion.
We looked for the signs from other returning jeeps. Those drivers and visitors were gloom, eyes down; means nothing.
1½ hour went by, we were deep into the jungle, nothing.
On the return, the guide consoling that it happens. I said ok.

But in all that safari, I knew from the beginning that whatever may happen, we’ll spot the Lion in the wild. I believed it all the way even after all the nothings. I believed it when we started from the home 1000 miles away.
But still there was nothing.

But then, there He was! Sitting in wild, sunbathing, immensely proud with his do-whatever-the-f***-you-wanna-do-I-am-the-king-of-the-jungle attitude, radiating his grandeur, posing himself as only the Lion would pose! I gulped those energies! Mesmerized!

We spotted the Lion…