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Ilaboti

It's been a while that I have blogged -suddenly life's busy - what with trying to meet an elastic deadline, going back to work full time and joining the "power yoga " classes!
Missing my idleness at times ! And missing those times when we used to go on a vacation as a family !
I met Ilabati on one of those holidays at Gorumara - She was an abandoned calf , the herd left her behind because she came in contact with human beings!
She was all of 3or 4 months , cute and cuddly with a big teeka on the forehead to ward off the evil eye!
The few days that I spent there Ilabati became quite attached to me and it became a ritual that I would go around to pet her and she would nuzzle close to me. It was a matter of routine till one day Chibu decided to accompany me and stood close as I petted the little 
calf ! I don't know what happened , but the sight of Chibu made Ilabati so jealous - her eyes grew large and she shook her head and was just like a possessive baby who did not want to share her mom !Her agitation was so evident that Ila's mahout asked Chibu to leave , so that Ila could be with me alone !! 
And all was calm as soon as Chibu left the scene and Ila bati was alone with me!
Bhaskar of course laughed and said it's my past life connection ! But I have this strange bond with elephants - something good always happen when I dream of elephants ! It is as if they are the bearer of good tidings for me - reminding me of a connection that I shared may be long ago !

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