Sometimes losing trail in woods is a retreat. Few days back, I was walking in a forested area and lost track, and to my surprise I was standing alone with my shadow beside me. I wanted to click few pictures of my omnipresent shadow. But please be careful while walking in the woods alone cause in jungle Predator is the prey.
Walking in the forests, when nobody was around me,
You walked along, sometimes ahead; sometimes behind,
But always alongside me.
While I was lost in the thoughts and the entire ambience of the forest, few lines of the poem My shadow by R.L. Stevenson were echoing in my mind.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
~By Robert Louis Stevenson
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