Birding in the Garden

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 […]

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Ritual

The dupatta is wrung Around her neck, A noose To keep her body chaste And her screams Locked up.   Her torn limbs Expose pale bone and flesh Devoured by the men Who raped her and the dogs Who could not find a meal That day.   Her swaying corpse was burned, Leaving her drenched […]

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Dead Leaves

You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]

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The Chief

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  […]

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