Just when I had decided to take Sunday very easy (always a fatal thing to do!) Chandu called me up with a too-good-to-be-true plan… two busloads of volunteers from Nokia were going to the Ramakrishna Ashram at Shivanahalli, to do some tree-planting (well, sapling planting!) there. And before that, Chinmayi, one of Chandu’s friends, wanted a group of volunteers to introduce the group to birdwatching.
Last Saturday, none of the BULBs (or anyone else) was free, so Sangeetha and I decided to go to Bannerghatta…. this part of it:
Do you remember that a certain Vinu had etched my name in the snow at
A rose by any other name will smell as sweet, wrote the Bard (or words to that effect, before some literal-minded reader corrects it!)…but no, I think it’s very important to choose names properly…
Though I know hardly anything about butterflies, some did catch my eye and lens this time….a lifer for me was the