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| Periyar is
one of the finest wildlife reserves in India and spread
across the entire district arepicturesque plantations,
hill station that holds great opportunities observing
the wild elephants, Tiger, Bison etc. |
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Feel the muscles
warming up and the senses getting fine-tuned.
A quail takes off just under one’s feet and ajungle
fowl flushes
out with a loud ooo-rioo.. |
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The gentle
scented breeze under a million stars,
the dinner over a hurricane lamp, the glow of fireflies
and the backgrounds sonata of crickets,
frogs and nocturnal birds .
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A feather wafted
down from an eagle in her fiight
A chink to the strange wilderness that lay ahead
A wanton call from the hillocks
Deer, bear and bison came all along my way
Now I wonder how different was the world I knew so far.
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| It's fun to
paddle in bamboo rafts to see a small Elephant run behind
its mother safe, It's thrilling, if you are there to meet
a Leopard in it's den,To remould yourself. . . |
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The beaten
path into the wood was dark when the moonlight slept on
valleys elsewhere.
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| Mannans are
among the oldest indigenous group of people to inhabit
Periyar Tiger Reserve. Till as late as 1940's, they used
to live in the remotest areas of the tiger reserve eking
out a simple living by fishing in the lake and cultivating
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A shrill call from the depths of wild makes the wood calm
and still,
hoofs searching for shelter and you don't see the big
shadow. . .
with bated breaths you watch the emergence of the tiger,
the master hunter... |
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I am the ancestral oblation. My bamboo clumps may whisper
old folklores in the new hours of night. The wind may
rattle my tender reeds w make soft screams. I am the bamboo
grove...
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There are hills and valleys, tropical forests, sprawling
grasslands, sholas, cascading waterfalls and cardamom
plantations.
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