In the forests of the Sunderbans prowl those fierce man eaters, known as the Royal Bengal Tigers.
It is an estuarine region and tourists take launch rides to catch a glimpse of them, even if they don’t the stillness makes their presence, or rather, their omnipresence felt all the time.
The younger child is Isha, an eight year old and the other one is her cousin. Isha is a smart kid by nature but when it is night time she has to be escorted by someone from one room to another even in her own house.
Isha’s mom was talking to me over the phone yesterday about their trip to the Sunderbans.
They were in good company and heard a lot of tiger stories from the local people there, and naturally the child was very scared, had it not been for the little goat that made her oblivious of everything around. She kept chatting with the owner, caressed and played with it all the while. She even named the goat, Chi.
When it was time to leave, Isha overheard her parents utter the number ‘two’: it was all about giving some tips to the owner of the goat. This made the child perk up her ears to it and asked instantly what they meant by ‘two.’ It was supposed to be a sum of two hundred rupees which did not seem to be the right decision according to her. She insisted on rupees two thousand for the poor goat owner.
Weeping on their way home for the little animal, she pestered her dad that she changed her mind and now she wanted a goat for a pet and not the puppy which she asked for earlier.
She is now busy making a bead garland for her goat to be, to the apprehension of her dad who thinks a goat may not go very well in their swanky apartment on the fifth floor with polished neighbours around.
Chi in full form.
Next it was the child’s granny who wanted to tell me more about the place, but I postponed the conversation for another day.
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