The ‘River Tigers’: The Mirchani female and her male cubs at Damnar Their gleaming eyes haunt the lonesome night, cutting like fire lanterns through the dark and balking at owls screeching to a silvery moon. Only stars bear witness to their opulent jaunt. By morning they snake back to their mythical abodes through bushes that…
Month: August 2014
A Midsummer Day’s Work
A cloud veiled the harsh sun and a breeze abducted the gentle heat radiating from the earth. Watched on by the swaying trees, fallen leaves rallied around drifting in the slow wind. No rain hung in the dry air; just a low-pitched swoosh of the wandering zephyr. It was spring elsewhere in India but midsummer…
TIGGA TALES 