Be kind and rewind: Vernal Hanging Parrots

She's a peach more than she is a promise, a pickle jar of a person and a pretty postcard to old wounds; she's a tulip in search of the wind, a tiny dancer waiting for a special tune. I read Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when I was about 12 years old. I found... Continue Reading →

Raptors, falcons and rain-fed philosophers

Some need corns and calluses to take a leap of faith and start anew; others wouldn't dare jump unless they wore boots sturdy enough to land on the moon. I feel intoxicated whenever I see a bird of prey soar high. I have always been fascinated by them. Their dagger-like talons. Anxious mouths with fishhooks for beaks. Beady... Continue Reading →

Strange fruits: Plum-Headed Parakeets

Whenever I go looking for a particular sub-species, sooner than later, they tend to show up. I had recently written about how much I wanted to see Plum-Headed Parakeets. About a week later, in Kerala, I spotted a large number of them on different occasions. Each one – an apple tart, wrapped in painted cabbage leaves,... Continue Reading →

Birding across the border: South India has wings

I was on a birding trip with a friend last week at the Tamil Nadu-Kerala border. While good weather played truant, the birds certainly didn't. I was lucky enough to see some for the first time.  There were a few scares too.  We had to climb a tree to escape an enraged Wild Boar.  There was... Continue Reading →

Birding season: Frankly, my dear, let’s build a dam

I find art to be transcendental; always a step above human drama. In a way it assuages the drama I find myself exposed to. As a writer, I don’t enjoy creative processes turning into therapy sessions either. But it is inescapable. I succumb to it like a dead leaf does to leaving its tree-house in... Continue Reading →

A Black-Lored Tit in hand…

People can be choosy about when they tell you that patience is a virtue. First, they need to recognize your lifestyle as being similar to theirs. Then they need to approve of your career path. If they don't, they will not speak of patience as a virtue. Chances are they will tell you that time is not your side. For... Continue Reading →

Let’s talk about death

What if you could bring back to life a loved one in small portions? Would you pick a nose hair or a toenail or saliva stains on a glass of chai? Or would you need something more wholesome to remember them by? Many people die, without leaving a trace that they once lived and loved.... Continue Reading →


At 6 AM, the moon was still around, bleeding rare orange – like a peach iced tea stain. I drank her with my eyes, and my love begins to pique as her salted cheese wafers crumbled inside my cheeks. It hasn't been great, birding-wise, for me since this summer. The period between April-July was hotter... Continue Reading →

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