Of Bitter Sweet Lessons

The evening that followed the afternoon blaze was surprisingly balmy; the spot of gentle breeze flowing in from the grasslands of Aarey perhaps being one reason, and the whiff of strong fragrance of the Copperpod flowers only accentuated the feeling of benign calm. But in that late hour just before dusk the usual gang of … Continue reading Of Bitter Sweet Lessons

Yellow Cattle!

Sunday mornings of late are devoted to a stroll, camera at the ready, through the untrodden paths within the Aarey Forest in suburban Mumbai. At the far end of the path downhill from New Zealand Hostel is a tiny pond which remains slushy at this time of the year, trying to manage with an insufficient … Continue reading Yellow Cattle!

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!

A Lot of Bull(bul)!

The gradient was not that steep for the mildly experienced climber that I am, but the lack of level ground to get a firm footing was turning into a trifling issue. I had climbed about halfway up the rocky slopes and, wedging my feet in the space between the crevices of adjacent boulders, I lowered … Continue reading A Lot of Bull(bul)!

Tempest in a Teapot?

This one isn’t about tea or its receptacle. Nor remotely about W. Shakespeare. (Neither is it an attempt to plagiarise any of his revered dialogues.) It is titled thus since I fear there being a fair chance that at the end of my exposition you may feel that it is much ado about nothing; but … Continue reading Tempest in a Teapot?

The Heirloom Dosa

Dosa! I pride myself (a bit bordering on conceit) on being a dosa connoisseur, having tasted this gift of the Gods (did God have a slightly South Indian bias when blessing us with breakfast items?) wherever it was on offer during my abundant travels – from the humblest of rustic roadside shacks to the antiseptic … Continue reading The Heirloom Dosa

A Pain(t)ed Stork!

After an arduous trek lasting about an hour I reached the grassy banks of the small lake. It was not the walk itself, which stayed uphill most of the time and then the descent on the other side of the mountain, which was demanding but rather the high humidity and warm stifling air that sapped … Continue reading A Pain(t)ed Stork!