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June's diary
As you stroll along you are suddenly confronted by a sign “would you like to be born as an endangered species in your next rebirth…if not please help save the Siberian crane…”its then that I suddenly have a chance to meet the star attraction of Bharatpur. A kindly man lends me his binoculars to have a better look. A beautiful reddish beak with a large white body and a peculiar tail, as if somebody has combed his hair forward. There it was pecking at something, in all its majesty…I wonder if she knew her worth.
Now for a boat ride…you are transported through dense dark forests surrounding you on all sides and at times you get to see Indian moorhens scuttling off as your boat approaches. You are brought very near the nests of the painted storks where you can see the young ones screaming for food. You can also marvel at the open billed storks you had missed earlier on your cycle ride. As the sun sets in Bharatpur you are treated to a wondrous spectacle of an orange glow emanating from the swamp waters with the dark silhouettes of the herons and storks atop the acacia trees creating an everlasting impression: a picture that would arise from the deeper most circuits of your cerebral networks on a midsummer day, in between a busy and tight schedule of commitments and conferences, a silent and comforting oasis in the midst of an arid desert of city life.
June returned to the rigors of residency and the approaching exams for completion of her MD degree. The dissertation submission had in itself been tough as it had involved a lot of last minute changes before the dead line but once finished June had set out on this birding holiday. There were a lot of things to read for the exams. Trouble shooting humans involved having an extensive knowledge of the present technicalities, stories of the microcosm that have evolved over generations, more so exponentially in the last few decades.
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