By Dr. R Sudarshan
Five years have passed.
We had just then begun a journey into organic farming and were struggling with the idea of turning a piece of barren land into a productive green space. We were still a family of clueless wild experimenters and that year, even the sun too shamelessly beat the hopeless landscape that bore a dream that looked impossible.
We had just planted a few saplings and had laid drip lines for their irrigation. Nightrider bandicoots had been frustrating us by puncturing the pipes every day to steal water. In a small depression, the leaked water had formed a tiny pool.
And a family of leopards crawled through the fence, drank water from the nano pool, and roiled in wet mud in the darkness of a dry night.
We never ever saw them again.
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