In the serene woods of Sattal, where mist floats between pine trees and sunlight dances on mossy trunks, I heard a rhythmic tapping — soft yet full of life. Following the sound, I found the little Brown-fronted Woodpecker, busy at work on an old tree.

Its tiny beak struck the bark with perfect rhythm, echoing like music through the still morning air. Each beat seemed to speak of persistence, patience, and the art of living close to nature.

In every corner of the forest, there's a drummer keeping time — a heartbeat of the wild, which adds rhythm to the song of the earth.