Mango Musings & Other Seasonal Stories

Mercury is soaring in Palakkad. The skies cloud over occasionally but no hint of rain. Summer showers have failed to materialize this year. ...

I've never been to Africa. The one place and an event I want to see before my time on earth draws to  a close is the wildebeest migratio...

Turner is growing, and fast. His tail has become bushier and stands up stiffly when he gets excited. Now, he's outgrowing milk too. He g...

To a city slicker my house will be a veritable zoo. Maybe, a safari park is a better word to describe it. Someone living in a highrise apar...

Thank heaven's my E3 is back. I can go back Woodcrawling. At least I won't have to witness this heart wrenching scenes again!

Freddy Kruger was better. He used to finish his victim of with one slash. My horror story is quite unlike that and every passing day sees my...

2.00 PM I was gazing wistfully at a mango seed. No. Not on the lawn but on the tree. I was furious, and justifiably so. The mango thieves we...