The Fragrance Kitchen Manik

The Fragrance Kitchen Manik by TFK

In the depths of the Indian jungles the tall grass is softly parted by its motions. It comes upalmost silently, with only a soft crunch of the dry leaves that litter the ground. A chitalswiftly lifts its head from grazing, nostrils flared and ears twitching desperately in an effortto detect any threat.

A thick calm moves over the forest and the birds go silent. It burststhrough the undergrowth raging through the forest like wildfire. A wild peacock sounds thealarm and the tranquillity is severed and havoc breaks through the grass.

A flurry of hoovesand beating of feathers bring up the dust and heat. In the sun’s light there is a bright flashof ruby as rapid as lightning. And suddenly there is silent in the forest again.