Punta Cana is often spoken of in the language of beaches—turquoise waters, powdered-sugar sands, coconut groves bending into Caribbean winds. Yet, just a short distance from the familiar rhythm of surf and sun lies a quieter, older heartbeat: a 15,000-acre subtropical forest that the sea breezes seem to guard like a secret. Known today asContinue reading “Eyes of the Earth: Punta Cana’s Indigenous Forest Reserve”
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Feathers in the Falling Light — Part II
Birds of Short Hills In the Quiet Days of Late Autumn Morning in late October arrive softly beginning to wear its winter hush. The air thins, the light sharpens, and the woods grow spare. What was once a chorus has become a quiet ensemble — fewer voices, but each one distinct, resonant, enduring. The leaves that remainContinue reading “Feathers in the Falling Light — Part II”
Majjige: The Whispering Drink of Karnataka
There is a kind of drink that doesn’t shout, doesn’t fizz, doesn’t advertise itself with bubbles or bold labels. It just whispers. Yet, across kitchens in Karnataka, that whisper has echoed for centuries. It’s called Majjige—cool, milky, salted buttermilk. A drink that’s not only about taste, but about time. The Elixir of Everyday Life Majjige isContinue reading “Majjige: The Whispering Drink of Karnataka”
The Vanishing Sparrows
(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”
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?”
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 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”
Whispers of the Angel’s Trumpet
(The Angel’s Trumpet is indeed an intriguing muse for poetry, blending beauty with danger in a way that feels almost mythical. This poem encapsulates both the enchantment and the danger of the Angel’s Trumpet, pondering the duality of beauty and peril. The contrast between the beauty and danger of the Angel’s Trumpet, sharpens the metaphorContinue reading “Whispers of the Angel’s Trumpet”
Spring in Savannah Part III
History, Haunts, and Hospitality Savannah was now transforming. The cotton plantation and its subsequent trade primed its economy and fuelled its all-round growth. Antebellum Architecture The affluence and authority soon began reflecting in the construction of beautiful and grand houses and buildings, what is now commonly known as Antebellum buildings. Antebellum architecture refers to theContinue reading “Spring in Savannah Part III”
Spring in Savannah Part II
History, Haunts, and Hospitality General James Oglethorpe-the Founder of Savannah As the morning sun gently bathes the cobblestone streets of Savannah, a city steeped in nearly 300 years of history, it’s easy to feel transported to a time where every corner whisper stories of resilience, reinvention, and Southern charm. History Borne out of Diplomacy andContinue reading “Spring in Savannah Part II”
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