I was gifted a binoculars on my birthday and I decided to take it during my bird watching trips around the neighbourhood. Lucky accompanied me on all these trips
All I wanted was one more decent Christmas, one good day for all of us with enough meat for the kids, enough booze for me, and enough of whatever George needed or wanted.
Among all the sounds I heard this beautiful singing like ‘queech – queech’ by these tiny brown and black shaded birds, the sparrows.
A poem by a techie who wants to live life, desperately. All fire he had in him has long extinguished and all that’s left are ashes that still cheer him up.
In those days, raja Shivaprasad was ruling in the East India. Swapnil was very newly appointed as the prime minister of the raja. He was doing fine in advising raja in many matters
The dawn is gleeful,With the shadow of my beloved.It cheers,With the tone of her voice.The sun welcomes the morn,With the painting of my beloved
We used to observe the sparrows continuously,in isolation and discuss about how cruel a God could turn out to be. Sometime she used to stop me discussing the unjustness of God
Celina was a cute little bird living in the Velachery forest. She was recently born and was one month old. She looked beautiful; her eyes were blue in color and she used to see the birds
Ali was a little 5 year old boy, with big eyes and a lovely smile, he lived in a village near Jaisalmer, He was an innocent soul who liked to question nature
It’s amazing how we grow from careless kids to responsible teens. What happens in the course that makes us responsible now? It’s the seeds that we sow in the beginning