Disclaimer: The story is based on true incident of the wild. Reader’s discretion is advised. At a cliff of a high mountain range, an eagle made an eyrie, a nest. There she laid three eggs. The eggs hatched and three chicks came to life after a few days. The added responsibility of raising three chicks also exaggerated her killer instinct. But, the utterly cold region made it really difficult for the apex predator to hunt. Small reptiles hibernated; birds migrated…
With a perplexed state of mind, I got the keys from him and unlocked the scooter. A benevolent smile on his face silently acknowledged the gratitude in lieu of help. The unlocking solved all his worries and with the easy push button he turned on the ignition and drove away.
“He died on in a massive fatal road clash on the national highway on 20th February 2015. The news was also covered by the daily local newspapers,” he said.
While Shivani and Mrunal were busy in discussion Aradhana stole a glance over Mrunal from behind the curtain of the living room. Though she was in kitchen but she could clearly see through the gap amidst the two curtains. Mrunal was young and handsome guy probably touching thirties.
Jones was still left in enigma after killing the poacher. He had no choice respite releasing the tiger, but it was not possible to complete the task alone as precious time was ticking away. He ransacked his backpack to look something that could help him save the tiger and set him free. A gleam appeared on his face having seen a sedative and a dart. But without a tranquilizing gun it was useless and even the dose was also not enough to sedate the tiger.
The cell was partially dark and he could barely see anything clear. There was a tiny hole in one of the walls of the cell, small enough to prick the tip of his little finger.