We had been waiting for 15 minutes, our teeth tightly clenched, heartbeats racing. Just as I was about to close my eyes, to find respite from the peaking sun, my eyes collided with Strawberry. She was shy, almost reticent, but unfazed by the dozens of eyes that were on her. Perched atop a high rock with the sunlight making her skin shine like speckles of stars, she seemed to almost bask in the glory of the uninterrupted attention. Her cub, however, seemed bemused and nudged her to leave. He doesn't like us, I think. And for good measure. Humans have rarely done right by wildlife, and for two beautiful leopards in the prime of their lives, 50 odd humans gawking at them was naturally disturbing.



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