Papiha, The Bird That Asks the Same Question Every Summer
After the yellow amaltas and red gulmohars have scattered their beautiful blossoms across the roads of North India. Dust settles on…
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Rooroo, the Ladybird Gets Carried Away
Rooroo the ladybird believed she was the biggest star in the garden. She loved being the centre of attention. Every morning, she…
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The Jacobin Cuckoo, the Chatak, and India’s Timeless Monsoon Legend
I remember a story from my childhood, told by my mother and repeated by at least one of my schoolteachers. It was…
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Summer Evenings and Nimmo’s Golgappas
Nearly every evening during our summer vacations, my cousin and I would go to the street corner near my grandmother’s house,…
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“A camera captures more than an image. It preserves a moment that can remind you of a poem, a verse you may have read somewhere long ago. Whenever I browse through my photographs, I find stories and poems hidden in them. Every creature seems to carry a tale of its own, and every tale has its own rhythm.”
Prerna Jain
