It was one of those calm moments in the nature when the rustle of leaves felt like whispers. I looked up — and there it was, a Malabar giant squirrel perched high among the branches. My first encounter. Its fur gleamed in soft shades of chestnut and cream, moving gracefully from branch to branch as if the forest itself had given it wings.
I stood still, watching it feed, leap, and pause — almost like a dancer on a green stage. There was something so plush, so unreal about it, that for a moment I felt I was watching a living toy come to life. Elegant, agile, and irresistibly cute — a perfect reminder of how magic hides in plain sight, waiting for us to simply look up.
Lens and Landmarks 