It’s been 72hours since I spotted Great Indian Hornbills in Valparai for the fourth time. A few things have changed in my life since then.
It’s as though someone turned my life’s volume knob way down. The bedroom walls are starting to whisperback. Last night, we watched each other peel in strange places. It was unsettling in a sexy way. Or vice-versa. I am unsure. Either way, wedidn’tmakeeye-contact in the morning.
But there’s no confusion in my mind about how it feels to be close toGreat Indian Hornbills.
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