Speed dating with Crow Pheasants

Often, we fall in love with the idea of what people may mean to us rather than with the type of person they actually are. You measure the value that they bring to your life instead of being attentive the way that they lead theirs. You yearn to be analyzed by them. Cherished. Destroyed. Rebuilt. Again and... Continue Reading →

Dawn of the planet of the Minivets

The crack of the dawn fills my head with colors. It does weird stuff to my lungs. Leaves my insides all shook up. But I don’t feel like puking.  It’s like the sky is undergoing a cesarean section to the tempo of Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody Number 2. And I am watching the rebirth of... Continue Reading →

Love at second sight: Indian Eagle Owls

About two summers ago, I was in Gudalur during a trip to the Nilgiri Hills - with a few friends. Barely five minutes after reaching the spot, we spotted a pair of Indian Eagle Owls. It was my first sighting. They flew past us, and into a section of the forest. And it all happened so... Continue Reading →

The act of hugging: It’s for the birds

Depression can be a pesky mosquito. I try and swat it when I hear it buzzing in my ears. The feeling disappears for a while but it never really goes away. It just goes into hiding and waits for me to slip again. I find comfort in knowing that I am not alone in this.... Continue Reading →

A love unspoken: Racket-Tailed Drongos

I was once privy to a fascinating dialogue between a pair of Racket-Tailed Drongos in the semi-evergreen forests of Vagamon. I had no idea what they were chirping about. But it looked like a heated debate. One seemed to intimidate the other. There was some dancing. It was theatrical. The conversation lasted for about three minutes.... 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 →

Good morning, universe

I think everyone is born a morning person. We just uneasily grow out of it. There is a certain fluidity to our productive capabilities that crumbles into uncomfortable silos as the day progresses. There is some charm to it too. Cities look cleaner. People smell nicer.  More importantly, birds show up in the largest possible numbers. The dawn has me awake and... Continue Reading →

Moon-stalking

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 →

Breakfasting on her in the wild

Mornings are the best parts of living in the hills, especially in the heart of the wild. Or at least in the upper torso region where your tongue plays peekaboo with the chillness in her breath. You thirst for the pulpy orange juice stains on the bluing sky at the break of her dawn. Your... Continue Reading →

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