Wednesday 24 June 2015

The Tiger Hound- Part 9

He slept after continuous session of revisiting the dreadful past. He hadn't bothered to walk inside his broken shed. The cold breeze monetarily blew on his face, easing all the pain. But nothing put him in ease. His mind painted grim nightmares.

Failures had become his best friend. A fact.. he cannot digest throughout his life. He never really understood why he ever failed. He tried hard like others yet success seems to never shine in his life. Maybe he was destined to never taste success.

He wished the night didn't end. He wished he could sleep forever. He couldn't show his face to any of the villagers. They would mock him for days till they got bored. Now mocking would be their desired past time.

As the villagers slept after the tiresome day, the king of jungle a.k.a tiger got ready for it's hunt. It was used to trespassing into life of human beings. It looked forward for night when it could get easy dinner that could last for a week.

Tonight was the night when it could satisfy it's hunger. It didn't enjoy coming to alien land. Humans were unpredictable. They always attacked in groups. It wasn't easy for the tiger to hunt human prey without gathering any attention.

But it had no choice. The forest was dwindling and captured by humans to make more homes for themselves. With trees being cut, deer population had reduced over the years and this had hit the tigers badly. It needed food and the source came from the human space.

(To be continued)

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