It was an early morning in Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve in India, where cold breeze hung in the air. The sweet surrendering scent of morning dew filled the forest. There were birds singing above in chorus, streams dancing in the beat of their hum and mammals running across this magical play ground. There is not a single moment of silence. This is the rhythm that touches our soul, rediscovers you and makes you feel possessed to head back again and again. It makes us feel alive. In this magical spell, like a poetry the tigress came and vanished in those tall grasses, bringing out the artist in me to replicate the frame of a tiger walking in tall grasses that I saw in a drawing book in my childhood days which portray the magical ability of this majestic cat. Act of disappearance right in front of us, like a Magician.