HER SCENT.

Keoladeo Bird Sanctuary, 23-02-1995. HER SCENT LINGERS IN THE AIR AFTER SHE IS GONE AND MY BED IS COVERED WITH HER HAIR, DRIED SPOTS IN THE LINEN ARE A CERTAIN PROOF OF OUR NIGHTLY SEXUAL CONTACT. Still half asleep I try to figure out where the hell she is. Ha, I can hear singing softly while taking a shower. Like last year the abundance of bird life in the sanctuary is astounding, birds everywhere, bold jackals crossing the road in front of our bikes, mongoose, swamp deer and nilgai. Water turtles sunbathing on dead wood sticking out the water. We see the heads of two baby owls curiously eyeing us from the safety of a tree burrow. We see herons fishing in the numerous lakes and a bewoldered sand snake surrounded by hordes of park visitors, flash light bulbs going off like mad and I can only feel sorry for this poor creature.