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.
My father scanned them with bird’s eyes
Choosing, observing and patient.Read More The Book Family.
An island of rice
Floats in a sea of sambhar,Read More Lunch in the Mess
Across other leaves
Who quiver in inconsistent synchronyRead More Warbler leaf.
But he was there!
The destroyer of hair.Read More A Haircut
My eyes dance
Between words and sentences,Read More The Book
I look into the mirror,
To find the devil staring at meRead More Devil’s Orders
But the languid creature
Won’t budge.Read More Dog