The love after the storm: Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary

I discover beauty, in physical forms, while birding. I try to cup its essence like palm leaves do a heavy shower. Most of it spills out of my hands. I hold hostage the thimbleful that remains through poetry, prose and photographs. I seek out boxes to put them into and admire them. Perhaps, even introspect about my own semi-charmed life that led me to these... Continue Reading →

Blue suede clues: Malabar Whistling Thrush

I don't think we write poetry. We merely discover it. Poetry is everywhere; nude, unpredictable and evocative. We run around in circles, with hand mirrors pressed against our chests. We don't create it from scratch. Breathe life into words. Or dig deeper within ourselves, past the festering muck of human drama, to find serenity in language. Poetry sniffs us out. Then it hunts us... Continue Reading →

There is a hole in my bucket: Flooding in Chennai

As I was stranded for over 5 hours in traffic due to the flooding in Chennai, two things occurred to me. One is that I cannot wiggle either of my ears. The other is that Chennai is as much a developed city as the whale is a fish. Even if it looks, sounds and smells like... Continue Reading →

Beauty and the creased: It’s for the birds

Slaves to moisture, bartered to the bone, soft-shelled and viscous, like winter crustaceans in heat, wading to tricky tops of saturated springs to steam-iron each other's creases, they moan. Beauty can be a mess. A parliament of fear, anger and disgust. A moment that passed too soon. A story that went on for too long. A slow-motion... Continue Reading →

Love in the time of thunderstorms: Birds of Chennai

I hope the people of France are safe. I wish them a speedy recovery. But today I support my state of Tamil Nadu. She has been ravaged by heavy storms. People have been losing their homes and livelihoods, and others - their lives. For the past 12 hours, there have been nonstop thunderstorms in Chennai. My city has... Continue Reading →

Me, myself and a Common Kestrel

People act strangely when they perceive a threat to their social statuses. They lash out, either blatantly or passive-aggressively, at the nearest targets. Given how unfunny people can be, such behaviour ends up creating tension. Their logic is that this would somehow help control the way others think about them. It’s one of the stupid things many... Continue Reading →

Owl along the rain shower: East Coast Road

We often want to put a positive spin on the mistakes we make. How if it wasn't for our blunders over the years, we probably wouldn't be here today. We don't realize that we might have been happier if we hadn’t screwed up. We could have been astronauts. Spotted more birds. Spent less time fretting over our stupid problems. Learnt how to finger-paint. We are so obsessed about... Continue Reading →

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