In Varanasi, the Ganges pulls the world into the rhythms of its waters, slowing time. There is an ancient energy vibrating with devotion, longing, and eternal love. As the river meets the sky, peace and calm suffuse the world around it. And yet, within that stillness, there is an ache—a feeling that something or someone… Continue reading Finding Fulfilment in Varanasi
Flights of Fantasy
Dusk descended early on a quaint village, as it was enveloped by dark, wet clouds. A loud crack of thunder gave way to the soothing pitter-patter of raindrops. Abandoning work early, villagers rushed to their cosy, warm homes. However, the birds that still dotted the evening sky weren’t prepared for this sudden darkness. Many were still… Continue reading Flights of Fantasy
The Last Second
Rays from the setting sun streamed through banyan trees, blessing the jungle with an amber glow. Soon, nightfall would cloak the jungle in utter darkness. A tiger prowled in the twilight shadows; dense, thorny bushes camouflaged its ebony stripes. Engrossed in following its prey, the tiger skulked in the gloom, now choosing to hide behind… Continue reading The Last Second
Monochrome – a Zebra story
The sun was hovering over the horizon. A herd of zebras was grazing their last meal of the day. However, one little zebra was distracted from food. He was gazing intently at the yellow disc in the sky. Every evening he would watch the sun hide behind the earth, and today he was determined to… Continue reading Monochrome – a Zebra story
First Flights
First Flights A little bird wobbled to the edge of her nest. It was a European stonechat. Numerous other birds peeped at her through tree branches. It was time for her first flight. In front: the vast, open sky. A welcoming freedom; an unsettling loneliness. Behind: the reassuring eyes of her parents, the cheering calls… Continue reading First Flights
The Roar Within
Well, there he goes again, leaving his lioness and his own cubs behind. Where does he go? I won’t know. But still after abandoning us for hours in the sweltering sun, he feels entitled to the food I hunt with every inch of my body yearning to take shade under the long thicket leaves of the fever tree. Maybe… Continue reading The Roar Within
Appa
The sky was sea blue and the sun was bright and warm. Lakshmi and Gajodhar decided to go for a walk with their children, along with their herd, to the forest in the hunt for fruits and flowers. They walked passed the imposing Sal trees and came to a tropical forest, filled with the essence of Mangoes… Continue reading Appa
The King
The “King” of the jungle – the only title I’ve ever harnessed to bring beside my name. The dark silhouette nature of my mane brings forth the identity, which others can only crave for. However, is the identity itself worth? For years, I have satiated myself to sleep as my lioness leaves a part of her pray… Continue reading The King
