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Tadoba Diaries — A Missed Strike
The morning safari had already tested our patience. Thanks to a rather misguided decision by our driver, we ended up at the wrong gate and managed to see only a collared tiger—from a distance. And when I say distance, I mean it. Especially after the previous evening, when a tiger had walked so close to our gypsy that we could hear its breath in the stillness. Compared to that, this sighting felt… underwhelming. The mood had dipped.
As the afternoon session began, there was a lingering fear—was our luck running out? Things had already gone slightly off track (a story for another time), and expectations were cautiously low.
With just an hour left in the safari, we decided to return to the same waterhole from the previous day—a place that had already gifted us a memorable encounter. On the way, another gypsy driver passed by and casually dropped a line that instantly changed everything: “He’s sitting in the water.”
Adrenaline kicked in. We rushed there almost instinctively.
And this time, luck turned.
When we reached the spot, it was eerily quiet. No other vehicles. Just us, at the perfect vantage point. The others had left, perhaps bored of watching a tiger simply lounging in the water. But in the जंगल, patience is everything.
Then, the scene began to unfold.
From the left, a large herd of sambar deer slowly emerged, stepping cautiously toward the water. Every movement measured. Every pause deliberate. On the far right corner, partially concealed, the tiger lay in wait—silent, still, almost invisible.
One by one, around ten to twelve sambars gathered near the edge. None of them had noticed the predator.
A young fawn stepped forward first, its delicate legs carrying it hesitantly to the water. It began to drink. The others stood alert, scanning, sensing… but not seeing.
Not yet.
Moments later, a large antlered stag moved closer to the water. And then—it happened.
A sudden alarm call shattered the silence.
One deer. Then another.
Within seconds, the entire herd turned and bolted. Gone.
The tiger didn’t move.
Perhaps it was the stretch of water between them. Perhaps the distance wasn’t right. Or perhaps the जंगल had simply decided—not today.
For those few minutes, time had frozen. Every breath held. Every eye locked on the unfolding drama.
As we drove back, a quiet debate lingered among us—
Should we feel disappointed for missing a potential kill?
Or relieved that an innocent life was spared?
In Tadoba, not every story ends with a hunt.
Sometimes, the जंगल lets you witness something even more powerful—the tension of what could have been.
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