A spaced-in conversation.
Two baboons engage in hierarchical inquiry and come to a curious crossroads about orientation.
A chat in a tent leads to a startling realisation about aloneness.
Nothing out of the ordinary: just one of those days when a miracle occurs and a ghost is seen!
Meet a guided missile with premium-apparel branding.
As Arrowhead sat meditating under a banyan tree, it was quite someone else who was enlightened.
Burly, lithe, has stripes and panache. The Mahaman Male from Magadhi.
When I draw under starless skies memories of midday mimes, on sunlit days and a fairy land, the fondly kept tell vivid tales of a deathless date. For the present is so vast that in it even the past resides. There was an untanned patch of hallow ground, from which there sprang grass green and…
So how does it feel to see a wild tiger? I could tell you that waiting for a tiger to emerge feels like watching raindrops trickle off a roofline while awaiting your beloved – a wistful longing fanned by sweet anticipation. But that wouldn’t let you know what it’s like to melt in your own…
Since I discovered the immensely pleasurable activity of watching tigers in 2006, I’ve had the privilege of visiting 17 tiger reserves, and each of these has been special, but none towers over my consciousness as a certain park, in an overwhelming sort of way. Bandhavgarh. That name occupies so much space in my heart, that…