Beyond the Wall

A fragrant green bog, wisps of a chilled fog, merry gurgling stream, frogs soak and dream, the silent shallow stills, frilling those lofty hills, carpets of furry moss, hollow logs lie across, the musty loamy soil, where tiny insects toil, a rustling forest floor, a grunt a howl a roar, light whistling breeze, the busy … Continue reading Beyond the Wall

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I See You!

On a fine morning blessed with clear blue skies, about three weeks back, a pandemonium of Rose-ringed Parakeets (Psittacula krameri) descended upon our neighbourhood in all their emerald glory. Swinging on the high-strung cables, our broadband lifeline, the five females and two males started putting in a regular appearance – thrice a day – since … Continue reading I See You!

Let there be Light!

Photography, for me, is a game of light, and light alone; the presence or absence of illumination, in part or in whole – the varying luminescence casting shadows and silhouettes, shaping profiles and outlines, moulding contours and depth – the palette intensified with a profusion of shades, hues, tints, tones and intensities, adding distinctive dimensions … Continue reading Let there be Light!

The Farmer Sparrows!

This one takes off from my narrative of June 4th, “Tempest in a Teapot?” (https://asliveroflife.wordpress.com/2019/06/04/tempest-in-a-teapot/), in which I recounted how a team of house sparrows had fortuitously aided the creation of a mini-forest of foxtail millet plants within the confines of my tulsi planter. In due course these plants flowered and fruited, yielding millet seeds … Continue reading The Farmer Sparrows!

Human(un)kind

In a verdant forest rich and thick, choicest berries and nectar to pick, Jocosus spied in olive and yellow, dazed and soaked who’s this fellow? You look like me except the hues, but suffering quite a case of blues, whence you from, whither bound, don’t mind but never seen around. I am Gularis from the … Continue reading Human(un)kind

They Have Mated!

I am breaking tradition in putting up a photograph without the whole story, and consciously so. Those who have been following my FB, Insta and WhatsApp stories for the past 9 days (including those who are missing tufts of hair resultant of self-inflicted savagery in face of the trauma of seeing two sparrows - a … Continue reading They Have Mated!

Nothing Rhymes with Orange!

Gazing at the tall Indian beech, I thought I saw a hint of peach, amidst the lush leaves of green, was that a touch of tangerine? Into the thickets it had gone, chasing a shade of persimmon, if it was to be a whistling parrot, why did I see a hue of carrot? Was it … Continue reading Nothing Rhymes with Orange!