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

Read More Birding in the Garden

The Kill

​It  was  a  dream.  Taqib dreamt.    Dusk   in   Madras   was   always   a   calm   affair.    The    streets  were    jammed   with   sheets   of    sunlight.  There    were    a   few    clouds   in   the    sky.    Darkish  clouds.  An    evening perfect  for    murder.

Read More The Kill