The answer to life is not 30: Great Indian Hornbills

When I turned 30, I felt insecure about my age whenever I accidentally caught my reflection in the mirror. I groaned as I sauntered past glass-encased pillars and tinted car windows. It wasn't about the wrinkles, the graying beard or the receding hairline. But in my eyes – there shone, ungallantly, a reminder that things... Continue Reading →

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Try me a river

She strolls, smoothing pebbles in the heart of her palm, to find a safe place by the drying riverside in me; she steps into a puddle on the way, wetting her feet, before she can find the low tide in me. No matter how many times I have spotted the White-Bellied Treepie, she has always been quick... Continue Reading →

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