Birding in the Garden Birding in the Garden It was a normal afternoon at Rishi Valley. Fairly hot and buzzing with bird activity. The Yellow-billed Babblers were really coming in strong. Around 7-8 appeared, fresh with fervent gossip. They first sat on the lemon tree near the bird-bath and made sure the coast […]Read More Birding in the Garden
The Porqupine Stood in the middle of the road, Quills pointed in defence mode, He was going to write a novel, With my blood And his hundred quills. The twilight twisted slowly into night, And I stepped back Out of respect For he looked like a native American chief With his white and black spears […]Read More The Chief
The cyclone ravaged the city
With raging recklessness,Read More Coconut Tree.
On the seat adjacent to ours, my gaze fell and comfortably rested upon an attractive lady.Read More Grizzly