Bird is the word: Hawk cuckoos

The universality of curse words may suggest that we aren’t too comfortable in our own skin. So many expletives seem rooted in human sexuality. Maybe, we don’t respect our bodies the way we ought to. Why else do we liken people to reproductive organs and expect them to be offended by such inane comparisons? In fact,... Continue Reading →

Between the head and the heart: Plum-Headed Parakeets

Few are upfront and honest about their opinions. We live in such sensitive times. Political correctness is the opium of the masses. Unless you punch me in the face, it is likely that I will not be completely honest with you. Only emotions such as pain, fear, and anger drive me to communicate with you... Continue Reading →

My plum-soaked paramour: Coppersmith Barbet

I squeal when I see a bird for the first time. It’s an instinctual response. I am ecstatic that I don’t flap my arms and run around like a crazy person. The birds will never let me photograph them. But I can be a squealer. I just can't help it. I am a clay-animated puppet... Continue Reading →

Monsoonal blues: Fly away home

No year has ever gone by without its share of obstacles. Except when I was 8 years old. Yeah, that was a good year. It must be the same with you, right? I hear people talk about their ups and downs. Isn’t that how things work? At least, I hope so. I will feel a... Continue Reading →

Show me where it hurts

I know that you aren't sure why you feel depressed. You try and hide it because you can't find its source. You fear judgment from others. The ones you know and those you cherish. They won't understand what you are going through because you don't either. So you avoid thinking about it, but it doesn't go away.... Continue Reading →

A case for the commoners: The Indian Myna

I had for too long kept myself from falling in love with Indian Mynas. Perhaps, I am not just a discriminatory birder. I am an obtuse one too. I hadn’t written about them until recently despite how often I spot them. Common Mynas are found everywhere in my city. Unlike the House Sparrows, they have adapted to urban... Continue Reading →

Positive thinking: What the cluck do we know?

I believe in the power of positive thinking. But I can see how some people find it nauseous when they are asked to emulate others and just be more positive. And why thinking happy thoughts can make us look like cows - their udders tickled by the sun. I used to be a negative person.... Continue Reading →

The right hand doesn’t know what the left brain wants

Bad handwriting has been a source of embarrassment and anxiety in my life. Whenever I write in cursive form, the alphabets resemble ouroboroses in heat. Unglamorously entwined yet madly unhinged. I am saddened by it. Perhaps, as a writer - I feel obliged to be better at this. I remember the first time when someone had... Continue Reading →

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