(They were once everywhere—flitting through courtyards, nesting in the quiet eaves, stitching our mornings with song. The house sparrow was not a creature of the wilderness; it was part of our breath, our rhythm, our childhood. Now, they are gone.Not with a storm, not with fanfare—just gone. With them, something else has faded too. TheContinue reading “The Vanishing Sparrows”
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Where Have the Sparrows Gone?
My six-year-old granddaughter, returning from school, looked up at me with bright, curious eyes and asked, “What’s a house sparrow? Can you show me one?” Such a simple question—and yet it left me searching for an answer I could not readily give. How do I explain that the birds that were once our constant companions,Continue reading “Where Have the Sparrows Gone?”
Gliricidia Bloom
O Gliricidia, quiet and free,A lesson wrapped in mystery—That grace resides in things that fade,Yet in their loss, their light is made. Some trees stand tall and imposing, their grandeur capturing attention from afar. Others, like Gliricidia, enchant quietly, weaving a spell not through stature but through the ethereal beauty of their bloom. This timeContinue reading “Gliricidia Bloom”
A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem
(The first time I saw the white blossoms of the Caribbean Trumpet Tree twirling down in the gentle air, I was transfixed. They floated effortlessly, as if reluctant to leave the branch, yet yielding gracefully to the inevitable pull of the earth. There was no struggle, no resistance—only a quiet, mesmerizing descent. For a moment,Continue reading “A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem”
The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms
When the Caribbean Trumpet Tree awakens, it does so not in a blaze of colour, but in a hush of pale elegance. Its trumpet-shaped blooms emerge in soft shades—an almost translucent white, sometimes tinged with the faintest blush of pink. Against the sky, they seem less like flowers and more like wisps of drifting cloud,Continue reading “The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms”
The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta
A Tale of Wings and Wonder Oscar Wilde once observed, “The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.” Few creatures embody this mystery better than butterflies. So visibly enchanting, their bright, vibrant colours and intricately carved patterns mesmerize us, yet the life they lead remains a profound enigma. Their beauty is ephemeral, theirContinue reading “The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta”
The Grace of Pink
(Few colours can match the grace and elegance of pink. It is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. And no earthly creation personifies pink in all its splendour more than the pink that adorns this humbleContinue reading “The Grace of Pink”
Tabebuia rosea: A Symphony in Pink
“When the pink poui blooms, hearts awaken,Its petals a blush against the azure skies,A fleeting whisper of spring’s laughter,Before the winds carry it to its demise.” Pink is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. AndContinue reading “Tabebuia rosea: A Symphony in Pink”
The Jacaranda’s Lament
(I saw a grumbling gardener collecting the fallen flowers of a jacaranda tree, shed so generously, and still resplendent even while decaying. He muttered endlessly as he cleared the litter. This poem whispers Jacaranda’s agony, amidst the decay and the trampling —an ephemeral beauty misunderstood by the world. Scorned as litter, her vibrant offerings areContinue reading “The Jacaranda’s Lament”
Colours of Bengaluru-IV
Purple Majesty: The Jacaranda’s Enchanting Splendour “Jacaranda whispers grace in lilac hues,Painting the world beneath with gentle blues.A rain of petals softens all that’s near,In silent beauty, spring’s voice we hear.” Such poetic musings capture the magic of Jacaranda. Gabriel García Márquez, the celebrated Colombian writer, eloquently observed: “They say Jacarandas are like love: blooming inContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru-IV”
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