Not-just-another Trojan

Long ago, when the war was nearly over at Troy, Greeks left the infamous wooden horse for Trojans as a gift for a pact or was it? Although the Greeks pretended to leave the City of Troy, their chosen few were riding that inanimate horse from the inside. These days it is done by malwares…Read more Not-just-another Trojan

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Arboreal Ambush

The bougainvillea flowers bloomed and arched over the entrance of Forsyth lodge, its long competing branches laid themselves to rest on the tiles. One of the thin branches of that held red flowers branched out and wavered even without a breeze, when naturalists at Lodge peered, the big eyes on the sides of the tip…Read more Arboreal Ambush

Who spat here?

One of the walks in farms when I was a child, I had noticed some spit on the plants, I had asked a farmer for answers on who spat in his fields early morning, to which he said it is a snake’s spit. Myths such as this varied from farmer to farmer, some said it…Read more Who spat here?

The Love Song

Imagine a wedding proposal by a groom with a loud monotonic message of love, would she accept him? Yes, if he was a Cicada! He has crawled out of his gown from the last nymphood and stood up on the dais of a tree trunk for his once-in-a-lifetime event. This event is timed particularly in…Read more The Love Song

The Heist

As the summer Sun warms the land it defoliates trees and triggers them to flower. And this colorful and fragrant drinking fest attracts millions from beetles to butterflies and Starlings to Giant Squirrels, most of the entrepreneurship is taken by bees. Rock bees swarm looking for ridges, tall trees, steep and high rocks to hive. They…Read more The Heist

The Chase

There are days in a jungle that only promise tracks of several animals; recent ones to couple of days older. On such days a sighting of an occasional Sambar or a sprinting Nilgai extracts an admiration which it deserved for the whole season. Their adaptations and muscles in winter-coat would match Hercules on that day,…Read more The Chase

The Bar-headed Geese

I've been over Sagarmāthā, winked at wall of death. Aerial fights with Golden Eagle, anon the Indian breath. I've raised six Tibetan goslings, in their mountain lakes. Our Gander honked to meadows South, along with other drakes. Bird watchers count the bars on head, divide the total by two. Some are wedded by the rings,…Read more The Bar-headed Geese