hari prasath
۲ ماه قبل
I started my ride early—5:00 AM. Not the most meticulously planned trip, but sometimes the best journeys aren’t. By 5:30 AM, the first light of dawn filtered through as I entered the Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary, part of the larger Anamalai Tiger Reserve. The forest was waking up, and so was I. Just a few minutes in, a lorry driver coming from the opposite direction slowed down and warned me—elephants ahead. That instantly changed everything. I rode cautiously and soon spotted them: two adults and a calf, calmly occupying the roadside. I pulled out my phone and recorded the moment, but it didn’t take long to sense their discomfort. That subtle shift in their behavior was enough—I left immediately. No hesitation. In the wild, you don’t negotiate space. The rest of the ride was quieter. Peacocks, scattered birds, and an unexpected chill in the air—surprising, especially given the recent heatwave. The forest had its own mood, untouched by what we experience outside. I reached the second Tamil Nadu checkpost and stopped for tea at a small roadside stall. Nearby, inside the forest, is the Kattalai Mariamman Temple. Access is restricted and allowed only on certain days—today being one of them. A small group of people were waiting for the forest department vehicle to take them in. I had a brief chat with the staff about the Chinnar–Kootar trekking trail. Unfortunately, some routes were closed due to forest fires—a reminder of how fragile these ecosystems are. Crossing into the Kerala side of the sanctuary was seamless—no questions asked for two-wheelers. Soon, the road began to climb. Steep घाट sections, valleys dropping away on one side, and that feeling of being completely alone in nature. After riding a few kilometers uphill, I turned back.On the return, it felt uneventful at first—just birds, including a majestic grey-headed fish eagle perched on a dead tree, scanning its domain. But the forest wasn’t done with me yet. Back on the plains, still within the forest stretch, I saw it—a lone gaur (Indian bison), massive and imposing, standing by the roadside. I slowed down and turned slightly to capture the moment. In a flash, it crossed the road and disappeared into the bushes. I managed a short video, but the encounter itself was far more powerful than anything captured on screen. After that, it was just a peaceful ride back home.