It was in the mellow month of March when we decided to raid the jungles of Rajaji in the hopes of exploring its varied fauna. We, however, ended up getting more than what we had bargained. We got to experience a picturesque rainbow sprayed across this rich jungle land and of course the proverbial pot of Gold at its end. Cock-a-doodle let me show off my colours to you We perked up our ears at the faint rustle in the bushes nearby. Out popped a bright red crown, set…
Year: 2017
The Window Seat
Sukanya knew it was him the moment he boarded the bus. The slouched shoulders and the bushy eyebrows could not belong to anybody else. His hair had thinned out no doubt. Sukanya smiled as she remembered how she had loved running her hand through the thick mane once upon a time. It seemed like time had left her standing at the same place where he had left her or was it she who refused to move? “ Was Sukanya’s love able to defy the mere constraints set by death?…
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Hiraeth – where the heart belongs 11-year-old Amodini is bereft of the power of speech or hearing. She lives in Chilapata, a forest village in the Dooars region of North Bengal, India. Though deprived of these abilities, she possesses a unique power to connect with animals. When a forest fire breaks out leading to an elephant rampage which threatens to destroy her village, Amodini comes to the rescue. As the elephants leave for the forest, Amodini accompanies them. Shrikant, an investigative journalist, reaches Chilapata to scavenge the truth behind this…
The Tryst with Tripura
“JAISING – Sire, could I make the goat live again, by giving up a portion of my life, gladly would I do it. But how can I restore that which Mother herself has taken? APARNA – Mother has taken? It is a lie. Not mother, but demon. JAISING – O, the blasphemy! APARNA – Mother, art thou there to rob a poor girl of her love? Then where is the throne, before which to condemn thee? Tell me, King. GOVINDA – I am silent, my child. I have no answer. APARNA – This blood-streak running down…
Tales of Temples and Treks in Mukteshwar
As the sun peeked out from behind Shiva’s matted tresses, he glistened with pleasure at what he saw. The demon lay defeated at the Lord’s feet praying for his forgiveness. Shiva in all benevolence granted him ‘Mukti’ or liberation. “Lord” said the sun “You have displayed your unparalleled greatness yet again”. Shiva gave his divine […] via Tales of Temples and Treks in Mukteshwar — SoWeTravelBlog
