‘When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it. ‘ ~ William Blake
Some things can only be understood when you’re in a treehouse. This was long on my bucket list. Live amidst the trees, hear up-close the rhythm of nature as animals rustle around casually, birds chirp away and the forest hums. Our tree house was perched on the edge of Mudumalai National Park. Now also a tiger… Read More Up in the treehouse
I tried to catch some fog but I mist.
‘If you long for a mind at rest and a heart that cannot harden – go find a gate that opens wide into a secret garden’ Radha Kunj in the Art of Living (AOL) ashram is where I found mine. And making our day incredibly special was this exuberant peahen who sauntered and pranced with abandon right in… Read More Art at AOL – Exuberance
“A nothing day full of wild beauty…Little fish stream by, a river in water.” Santosh had come to us touting a houseboat ride on Vembanad Lake but The General pointed to the Meenachil. ‘Can we row down the river in one of those little country boats?’. ‘Pinne enthaa!. Of course. Meet me at the river… Read More Rowing down the Meenachil
“In the evening we go see Kapila, sir.” – our hotel guide. “Who’s Kapila?” – the General. “The river, sir.” “But isn’t she Kabini?” “Same river, guys” – me on Google. Kapila or Kabini, the river is calling and I must go..
In silence, surrender. In stillness, be. In repose, unravel. In quietude, unknow.