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Jungle Trail - B.R Hills

  • Writer: Prarthana C S
    Prarthana C S
  • Apr 28, 2018
  • 1 min read

There’s a nip in the air as the jeep winds its way up the hill. A herd of Sambar stands in the middle of the road. Our driver brings the jeep to a halt. The largest of the deer stares hard at us. It almost seems as if he’s debating whether to let us pass. It’s an uncanny feeling as we lock gazes. Without warning, he turns his head and leads his companions into a thicket of bushes. As the driver sets our jeep in motion, I realise that my toes are tingling from the encounter. Read the rest of the article in the Hindu here.

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