Still rooted where I left It

Still rooted where I left It

My parents and I planted a little Gulmohar sapling in front of our house when I was three years old. The story has been told so often that it’s part of me now, even though I can’t recall the details — what I was wearing, whether I helped dig the pit, or just played...
Babool: A Native’s Quiet Resistance

Babool: A Native’s Quiet Resistance

It must be very hard to be a native tree in the city. Not just because of the consistently drastic environmental changes post-Industrial Revolution, but also because of the amnesia that afflicts the city, as much as it does its inhabitants. One native tree, Babool...
Kadamba Showers & Ichigo Ichie Moments

Kadamba Showers & Ichigo Ichie Moments

A walk that became a conversation with the earth — soft, unplanned, and unforgettable. We didn’t step out looking for anything that morning. There was no agenda — just that soft sense of wanting to walk. And so, I went with my friend… letting the quiet of Lonavala...
A relationship arc with the Pala Indigo

A relationship arc with the Pala Indigo

Plant Blindness – the inability to see or notice the plants in one’s own environment Researchers around the world raise alarms about plant blindness, they deem plant taxonomists an endangered species. The data tracks, we would be hard pressed to find the same...
Slow mornings with Trees

Slow mornings with Trees

Over the last few months, my weeks begin on a Wednesday or a Thursday, depending on which of these days I choose to do my slow mornings. These are my days of blessings, reflections, and/or observation,s among other attributes, also based on how I choose to spend those...
Amaltas: Golden Blooms, Gentle Echoes

Amaltas: Golden Blooms, Gentle Echoes

Every year, as the early summer sun begins to stretch its arms across Mumbai, a quiet transformation takes place. The city, usually wrapped in shades of grey and green, bursts into sudden celebration—with streets and avenues lit up in a blaze of yellow. The Amaltas...