In the wee hours of the morning, safari jeeps zip through the mist-covered forest. Foraging langurs, usually the first mammals in sight, and humans exchange curious glances. Sambars scurry into thickets at the sight of an approaching jeep. A pack of dholes tease each other in the distance. Jeeps trace their way, each taking a different route, from one water body to another where the animals come for a drink. Naturalists listen and observe intently for calls and sightings of animals and exchange information on their mobiles with other naturalists.
Category: Photo Essays
While I lived in Bangalore for over a decade, I treated Ranganathittu as my backyard bird sanctuary. A trip to Ranganathittu bird sanctuary had always been a pit stop before heading to big national parks like Nagarhole, Bandipur, BR Hills and the likes. The fondest memories I have of my trips include devouring Kadubu (rice cakes) […]
Hamburg is the prettiest metropolitan city I’ve ever lived in. I spend most of my time craning my neck admiring the gorgeous architecture in different styles that makes up this stunning Hanseatic city.
Oxford boasts of over 100 libraries, above-ground, underground and wherever else it is possible to have a library. Some of the historical buildings and lanes have played an important role in many storylines including Alice in Wonderland and The Lord of the Rings. And my favourite part is that Oxford also gave us Aslan and Tumnus of Narnia.
The Cotswolds are the quintessence of a picturesque countryside. It is synonymous to market villages, sheep grazing over rolling hills, thatched-roof cottages made of honey-coloured limestone and meadows as far as your eyes can see. It feels like you’re walking right through the settings of a romantic English novel from another era.
As a big fan of handsome heroes slaying monsters, the folklore to the tell the story of how Antwerp got its name appealed to me even more.
The Grote markt in the old town flaunts a stunning fountain of baroque Brabo. Legend has it that a giant named Antigoon lived close to the river Scheldt. He collected a toll from the boatmen crossing the river and chopped off a hand of those who refused to pay and flung it into the river. Then our hero Silvius Brabo entered the scene, took charge of the situation and severed the monster’s hand and threw it into the river, thus giving Antwerp its name. In Dutch Ant stands for hand and werpen is the verb to throw.
When I think of Sri Lanka, I think of incredible landscapes, pristine beaches, misty mountains, rich biodiversity, friendly locals and delicious food.
Beautiful sunsets from around the world I watched the most beautiful sunset of my life sitting on a bus en route to Amsterdam. The only effort I made was to elbow my way to get to the front seat on the top deck. I did earn some nasty looks in the process, but it was […]
Muktinath temple Prayer flags flutter along the wall inside the Muktinath temple compound. Just outside the wall Buddhist monks air their blanket on a bed of jagged rocks. A Sadhu (holy man) of Tibetan origin, with his possessions, a bronze ewer, two hardbound books, makes a wooden bench at the main entrance his temporary home. With […]
Chasing autumn colors in Kiel Last year was my first European autumn experience. The changing colors of autumn foliage affected me so much so that I even bought a winter jacket in yellow to match the season’s color. I wrote about it here. Thanks to my yellow jacket, my friends started spotting me from miles […]