Lens and Landmarks

We were deep inside the tiger reserve, on a long stretch of muddy road — a railing marking the park’s border to the right, and a water body glistening to the left. That’s when we saw it: a wild elephant, standing squarely in our path, calmly tearing at the grass. It didn’t move aside; instead, it started walking straight towards our jeep. The air went still, my companions frozen in tense silence. Strangely, I felt no fear — only awe at its size, its calm confidence, and the way it completely owned that road.