The snail, too, moves; In a trail of slime, Wary of feet and hooves, It moves…but takes its own time.

People often fail To understand that time, too, Moves inexorably like the snail… For the fourth line I found a rhyme,too!

You think the snail hasn’t moved? Check its position vis-a-vis the petal of the gul mohar flower, and the twigs…

Today was also not-exotic birding-but-great-macro-opportunities at IISc, Bangalore (Indian Institute of Science, a premier institution that dates from 1905)…we had gone to meet Andre Pittet, who makes camera traps for wildlife photographers…will probably do a profile of him soon…