Posts from the nature category.
Reposting something I wrote 18 years ago. Funny how one can see more when they know less. It's raining.The streets are empty, except for the occasional cow running for shelter and a car going by, honking continuously in spite of an empty road. Another car pulls in the driveway of a nearby building. While it is backing up,the red taillight and the blinking yellow side indicator are giving momentary...
There are some lives you don’t witness… yet they find a way to stay with you.I never saw Maya in real life. No safari sighting, no fleeting glimpse through the lens, no moment where the forest held its breath and revealed her. And yet, somewhere between these pages of Forever Maya by Anant Sonawane, that absence quietly stopped mattering. Because this isn’t a book that lets you remain outside the ...
This bird of prey enjoyed soaring in the post rain breeze. Felt quite nice to just watch it thread the sky. Do birds do this thing to just show off to their mates when the weather is just right?
A true love letter to New England - not just the forests and the wildlife. But the history and geography. The palimpsest of stories that sometimes cross paths across eras and some that are lost to the vagaries of time. Waiting to be discovered and told.
We are but a passing thought for them. Mildly interesting curiosities at best.
The first time I opened Maya’s Mirage by Manish Reddy, I wasn’t expecting to be pulled in so quickly. But within a few pages, it felt less like reading and more like stepping through a doorway — one that opened into a future both dazzling and unnerving. It’s the kind of story that doesn’t just spin a world for you; it makes you question the one you’re already living in. And while Reddy may be new ...
Have you ever read a book that feels less like a story and more like being invited into someone’s life-changing adventure? That’s exactly what happened to me with Vineeta Muni’s Across the Himalaya — First Women’s Traverse. This isn’t just a travel memoir. It’s an audacious testament to grit, resilience, and the quiet power of dreams — one that made me pause, breathe, and almost hear the whisper o...
There’s something deeply magnetic about the Indian jungle — its mysteries, its silences, and the primal thrill it awakens in us. I remember as a child, huddling under a blanket with a torch, reading jungle tales and imagining myself as the fearless explorer. So when I stumbled upon Kenneth Anderson’s hunting narratives, I knew I was in for a nostalgic yet fresh journey.Anderson, born in 1910 in Br...
Hello tiny friendIn inclement weatherWe lock eyes.You with hope, hunger and colorAnd I in vain melancholy.Your wings fluttering rapidly, slicing through rain drops Mocking them to stain you wet.a mockery of my moping. And when the drizzle turns torrentYou fly out to the next damp twigAnd await the clouds passing to resume your mocking.
These images represent a major victory and a minor one. A major personal victory to create something that is aspirational, mastering of some craft. Minor one - to understand that fermentation is a gift of nature that can be used to stunning results. Mother nature is the true artist, we are just cooks.
