Sunday Drive by Hormazd Sorabjee: Quiet in the countryside

To cross or not to cross? The sambar isn’t quite sure. It also isn’t quite sure what to make of a car it’s never seen before. A car that is noiseless and still. The big deer suspiciously flicks its long ears back and forth to pick up any unusual sound but there is none. Then it lowers its tail and slowly tiptoes across my path. Ensconced in the driver’s seat, all I can hear is my own breath, which is momentarily taken away by this magnificent large deer.