Isn’t it ironic that the heat of one’s emotions gives rise to the coolness of tears?

Awful…I visited Chennai for the first time after my brother died, exactly six months ago. My sister-in-law was away, and I entered the empty flat…

I saw this close to my home.

The bird sightings were so varied and lovely that the weekend was a wonderful experience (and you friends thought it was because of your company? cackle, cackle!)….let’s see now….we started out, of course, with the CKMP (Crow Kite Mynah Pigeon) and also the Jungle Crow,but then we went on…

It’s amazing that just when I feel I am not totally ignorant about birds, I start noticing butterflies, and am back to square zero with ids….