It’s a pleasant winter morning. Glints of sunshine are embracing the beauty of jungle with birds singing in gay and animals feeding on lush green meadows. Lying there hidden in the tall grasses is a hungry tigress with her ferocious eyes cemented on her prey. The scent of her prey is sending shivers through her spine prodding her to satiate her hunger; her mind is mapping counter moves for every move of the would be victim; jolts of blood are racing to the tip of her limbs; her body is filled with detonating spanks of adrenaline and with each passing moment her hunger is mounting to unbearable limits.
Unwilling to stand any more, she lifts herself up and leaps towards the prey with all its energy and preparation. And thug!!!! She has gotten no where. She reminds herself of her crippled limbs. In place of finding her powerful jaws on the neck of her prey, she finds herself dejected and fallen on the ground. She finds herself in the agony of her inability in spite of her enormous potential to ambush, hunt, strangle and rip the victim apart. She roars, deafening than ever, not to ascertain the jungle of her majestic presence but only to vent her frustration.
What should she do? Give up her existence to the whims and fancies of circumstance? Fight back abortively till the last ounce of her energy is dried out? How would she overcome the pain of her helplessness…….. HOW?????
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