Ode to the Horse named James Bond

Mirik is a little place in Darjeeling, opposite to the Nepal border. There’s a lake near the place where we stayed, and that lake has a huge open green ground next to it, with horses. The horse I saw was a beautiful black horse, from a place in Bihar. It was 1.5 years old. It ate corn, chana and was the fastest amongst the lot. Within a few minutes the horse became friendly with me,I sat on it and rode alone. It was like we had known each other for years. I rode horses in school, but most school ones were rough or blind (yeah, some of them only had one eye). And the space in school wasn’t as big as this one. In Mirik, we rode on a narrow (but many kilometres long) pathway around a lake! Picture something like this- a lake, a pathway around it, a bridge over it, hills in the background, and tall tress enveloping the entire thing in a circumference. James Bond was incredibly friendly, he let me patt him, pull his leash and he took me around the entire place (never falling into the lake… thankfully… )

I am totally going to own a horse, some day. I just like them so much. I’ve never been a fan of dogs, or cats (although lots of close friends, family, my college teachers) own cats and dogs. Birds have never fascinated me beyond the occasional encyclopaedia run-through. Well, to be fair, I was fascinated with bugs and beetles when I was young. It was a phase of the “bug-box” that I got with my 6^th grade school science-kit. And I had an aquarium for a few years while growing up. But the big fish ate the little fish and I would also forget to feed them. But I’m not counting butterflies/bugs/fish in animals. Yeah, they’re technically not animals. Horses, oh I want horses!


(All pictures are clicked by me)