A nest discarded by Red vented Bulbul pair. Difficult to believe that the pair raised three young ones in this nest. The pair kept it absolutely neat when the fledglings were in the nest.
Fungus in the cosmetic testers of a leading cosmetic company
A hole in the ground made by a person, rodent or……..
My lab. Cesar and I go for a walk very early in the morning, just as the Sun is lighting up the eastern sky. The sound of the night birds and the songs of the waking birds is so pleasant but the cherry on the cake is when just ahead of you, suddenly from the bushes a peacock takes flight to cross the road or you watch a crow teaching navigation to its young one. Simply amazing!
Friday morning which was the 2nd morning after full moon night was cloudy. Suddenly 2 white lined clouds parted to reveal a sliver of the white Moon. Slowly the clouds drew apart to reveal the entire Moon. It was such a wonderful, almost divine experience.
Not all sights can be captured n the camera. The poem ‘Daffodils’ by William Wordsworth says it all:
For oft,when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Cherry on the cake for the thirsty squirrel was the piece of bread it found in the water dish
Thanks to the social media, you search for any person, make contact and keep in touch. I looked up for some of my friends from my school, university and other good friends whom I had lost contact.Some of my friends found me. Recently 2 of my friends from the University visited with their families (looked me up) when they were in the city. It was fun catching up and remembering the incidents from university days which was the best time of my life. The best part is that now you don’t have to wonder, you know how your friends are doing.
When we were children, we slept in the open, on the terrace under the canopy of stars. How many times we tried to pluck the shiny bright stars from the inky black sky.Our bodies smeared with Odomos (mosquito repellant) or Mustard oil, we would lie on crisp white cotton sheets listening to stories from mythology, stories of the constellations,stories of Chanda Mama (the Moon),the old woman on the moon spinning the wheel and so on.We had our favourite stars . We could hear the sounds of the night birds, insects and the trains from the railway station…..
Now when I look at the ceiling, I can see the fan whirring.
The photograph of the streetlight through a tree.
The wilting plants, birds, animals, men look up with hope at the burning Sun and the heavy clouds that promise rains but shed no water. Is this going to another failed monsoon?
The memorial of Baba Banda Singh Bahadur during the day and during the LASER show to celebrate the 300 years of his martrydom.
The birds fly in the sky and the fish swim in the water because of their beautifully streamlined bodies. The parrot has a strong curved beak to be able to crack nuts and fruits and scoop out the edible part.
How boring the landscape would be if the plants grew in a straight line and if our eyebrows were absolutely straight, how would our eyes ‘speak’?