Saiyaara tu toh, badla nahin hai Mausam zara sa rootha hua hai. Growing up listening to Hindi music, internalising the lyrics and breathing the tunes, I never thought I would be crying through much of 2025's hottest new cinematic release - Saiyaara. Featuring the debut of Ahaan Pandey (I know, I thought he would be…
Mornings at the field station are a rare delight now that I have become familiar with the vibrant bird life of Siddapura. Early in the morning, a familiar cackling call stirs me from sleep. A hornbill - probably a Malabar grey hornbill - and by the sound of it, it's right by my room. I…
I have always loved writing, but sitting down to actually write The Dark Forest was a surprisingly daunting task. Not the researching and actual writing part, but the knowledge that this is the first actual guide to biodiversity of an ecosystem that I hold very dear to my heart. Many researchers have studied the biodiversity…
Fog clings to the lush emerald slopes, Forests among the clouds, Rivulets carve through ancient trees, Hurling their waters over the dark rocks. The power of water echoes the unbridled confidence of kings and queens. It roars triumphantly, As it rockets over the cliffside. In the parched summers, the falls dwindle, their waters curbed by…
The crik-crik-crik of the Malabar gliding frog fills the still air of the Forestry College Horticulture Garden. We skirt around the pond in our pyjamas, the dogs sniffing busily at our heels, taking care to not startle any snake that might be out on the hunt. Up ahead is a palm with lovely arching fronds.…
Mudskippers look like an odd mix of tadpoles that are just beginning to grow limbs and fish flopping about on the exposed mudflats. These tiny fish are known as the fish that climb trees. They hop about using tiny jumps and are amphibious in nature, able to survive both on land and in the water.…
We putter down the river, the famed Bhitarkanika that lends its name to the national park. The water is murky under the hot sun, swirling occasionally as fish disturb the surface. An estuarine crocodile suddenly surfaces, its tail acting as a rudder steering it towards the shore. As our boat draws parallel, the crocodile sinks,…
A sea of green broad leaves. Pale purple flowers pop up on occasion. A pond heron stands perfectly still on this mat of greenery. The blue waters are barely visible. Water hyacinth. It grows voraciously, swallowing the river, clogging the channel, and tangling in the boat's propeller. Purple swamphens peck about on the wet meadows…
The kuk-kuk-kuk of the swamphen carves through the otherwise-silent night. The Phragmites rustles in the gentle breeze, creaking like old wooden stairs. We pad along the bundt, silent as panthers, flashlights off, Subas da in the lead. Himaja yawns, already bored before the watch has begun. Slowly, my eyes adjust to the lack of light;…
Little silver fish skip across the water's surface, so light and quick they might as well be flying. Like silver bullets, they cleave the waves effortlessly, skipping like stones. Fishermen spin their nets once, twice, and let them go. The nets flare as they descend. A meal secured. The terns flap noisily around the nets,…
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