By Paresh Tiwari The songbirds are out to feed and sing. To my untrained ear, it’s cacophony, albeit a pleasing one. To her, it means something much more. Velvet-fronted nuthatch, black-naped monarch and white-bellied erpornis, she ticks off the names with her fingers. ‘Perhaps you can live here when I’m Read more…
By – Arundhathi Subramaniam At firstit’s nostalgia — a downpour of kissesunder a weeping umbrella, a euphoriaof gulmohur, an eternityof adrak chai, every momentthe memory of a previous one when the skies were crazier,love purer,life simpler, when the heart turned Malabar,the spirit Arabian, desire Coromandel,laughter more Gene Kelly and words Read more…
charcoal clouds curl up monsoon dark sky turns to slate… wild wind waits awhile charmed clouds descend low dance in rhapsody of rain… trees swing in cadence soaked in twilight gleam raindrops roll on rocking leaves… pearl strings lace green face