Illness removes visceral enjoyment. But another type can prevail.
The Kaziranga experience thus far had been a blend of: fatigue, hoolock gibbon, migraines, assamese food I couldn't taste properly, RHINO, sore throat, spot the captive vs wild elephant, respiratory congestion mixed with five parts open-air jeep dust, cinematic fog, tiger traces, chills, and elevated hospitality.
Standing on the deserted island our cruise operator dropped us to for a tea and biscuit break, I grasped something.
The child's voice booming from the karaoke machine across the Brahmaputra was not a trained one. (If Assam picnic areas have noise regulations, they were flouted). The repertoire was random - old filmi songs and a rendition of the Indian national anthem.
I laughed. This could only happen here.
Whimsy engendered awareness. Perhaps arranged by the Son of Brahma himself?
I grasped that mindfulness gives the mind - prone to wallowing - buoyancy. Soon, the mind resurfaces. If only for a flash, like the gangetic dolphin.
So while the body sang the blues, the Enjoyer continued enjoying.