In 2015 I flew to Coimbatore, and from there drove four hours and 40 hairpin bends into the hills.
maybe my heart is full of sky
so maybe the only thing separating loving and living is an oh of amazement – the breathless sound the sky makes when falling the final gradient from dusk to twilight and back again, the way your eyes keep searching for stars only an evenmist away, how your fingertips keep feeling for worlds closeted within atoms,… Continue reading maybe my heart is full of sky
So this summer I had the good fortune of spending ten days in the Western Ghats, as my absence from this blog might have indicated. Specifically, I was in a town called Valparai - famous for its lion-tailed macaques, elephants, and hornbills. But what I was doing there actually had nothing to do with any… Continue reading Of Seeds