It had been thirty devastating days that were spent in deep thoughts and I once again realised that the mind is a scary place. Each day that passed ended with a visit from the were tiger. In a semi conscious state, I had to listen as the were tiger pointed out what was needed for the safety of the forest and it was like getting an earful from my mother. As the days passed, I realised that the tightening of my chest as I was left with a list of things to do only meant a goodbye. It was like handing over the title deed to a house one has lived in for over forty or so years and I was the recipient. The forest was mine and the were tiger criticised me for my indecisiveness and my second guessing nature, said that he didn’t choose me to get a copy of himself. Our conversations, which consisted
