a collection of ramblings
"After a week in the unfamiliarity of the Andamans, I was looking forward to the five days in Vizag. No one will take care of you like your grandparents do, my mother reminded me just before I arrived. Finally, I was reaching somewhere like home."
I am thinking about the lost things.
I love moths as much as I love butterflies, I think, only they're... hmmm. I'd say about 20x as difficult to spot. So many people have these crazy beautiful ones literally bumping into their front doors with a wave of brightly colored wings, saying, 'Hey! Take a picture of me!' and despite living, quite literally,… Continue reading Crazy Tiny Insects: Crazy Cool Moths (Again.)
somewhere up a tree 