Wild is her colour palette

I want to grow old in your hair, like wild plantains, wander like a waif, through your valleys and┬ámurmuring creeks, with kiss-stains for footsteps on your spider silk skin. I finished my final birding trail of the season in Bodimettu (Tamil Nadu) and Munnar (Kerala). Unfortunately, the weather was overcast with intermittent rains, especially in... Continue Reading →

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