The weather had been blissful – not too cold, bright and sunny, making the goodbyes difficult. However, with growing concern, we watched Ahaan, as he became preoccupied, absorbed and heartbroken about not spotting the Black Necked Crane. His constant questions had now given away to a gloomy silence. He sketched the bird when we were at the hotel, he traveled and slept with his binoculars, refusing to part with it, he asked people at the hotel if they had seen the bird in the city. When? Where? Which time of the day? We tried managing this persistent, obsessive desire. We told him tales of photographers, travelers, nomads who waited years to see what they wanted to see, in extreme conditions, coming back to the same spot year after year. But in his silence, we felt an adamant yearning to catch a glimpse of this fleeting wonder that would, in many ways, define this holiday for him.