Wounds are chaos theories

Never weep over a wounded rose, she will only catch a cold. Wear her thorns like blood orange tattoos on strange body parts before her petals unfurl. I haven't been enamored with butterflying yet. Just with the people who are into it. I once saw group of Caucasian hobbyists in Chikmagalur chase after butterflies down a rocky... Continue Reading →

The hills are alive with Hornbills

Even silence is a song in the hills, leather is just skin and fur is in vogue only during the kill. Valparai is a sleepy-eyed and fauna-rich town on the Anaimalai Hills range of the Western Ghats. It is one of the few hill stations in Tamil Nadu that is not a total ecological disaster. In... Continue Reading →

A cupcake for a heart

My 5-year-old niece – Sasha – drew this for me after she had suggested that I might have a cupcake for a heart. I do not think she meant anything profound by it. It was not an affectionate suggestion either. She said it because, at that moment, she felt it was fun to imagine her uncle... Continue Reading →

A concert with satellites for drummers

On Thursday morning, at about 9:30 AM, India launched the Geosynchronous Satellite Launch Vehicle MK III (GSLV MK III) - a powerful new rocket along with a prototype landing capsule. The launch took place at the Satish Dhawan Space Center - India’s spaceport on the Sriharikota Island, near the city of Chennai. My knowledge of... Continue Reading →

Following a flycatcher to paradise: Part 2

About two months ago I had written about the Asian Paradise Flycatcher. I lamented about having never seen the white-morphed male. Just a few days after that, during a trail in the Thekkady foothills, I saw an adult male (orange-morphed) land on a tree a few feet away. Like a curious bystander, he flew from branch to... Continue Reading →

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