The incessant monotone shrill muffles even the loud calls of the peacock – and peacocks use jarring fowl language. I choose to enlighten my two […]

Once upon a time, which was exactly a year ago, first arrived a brown-headed barbet, pecking away with great purpose over several untiring weeks.  It […]

They come hurtling at us each day, the intimations of mortality, the tidings of loss and despair.

This cactus is too regal to be diminished by its plebeian other name: prickly pear.

One face to another, I feel like a cartographer mapping obscure terrains of unfinished emotions.

Joginder’s avian taxonomy is disarmingly ingenuous: birds that he can’t identify are classified as either fudguddi or kuchkuchiya, evocative vernacular for any creature that hops and cheeps.

The Bonduc Nut is a little like you and me: It has several monikers.

Tendrils are nature’s hieroglyphs – a poetic word derived from the Greek for ‘sacred carvings’.