wanderings & wonderings

Ranthambore National Park. Rajasthan, India. January. Warm sunny days, cool starlit nights. In search of the elusive Bengal tiger. Travelling with no time frame, able to stay until I fulfilled my dream. Day ten arrived in a blaze of glory, the sun rising into a flame-coloured sky, lighting the bush with a shimmering rosy-gold glow. Sitting on the balcony of my old, battered bungalow, sipping hot, spiced tea, a warm breeze dancing softly across my skin. Watching the creatures

1991 ... I knew as soon as I saw them that trouble was brewing. It wasn’t that there were thirteen of them. Despite me being superstitious and not very keen on this unlucky number. It wasn’t the way they were all shoving and pushing to get through the narrow door into the train carriage. How else would you board an Indian train? It wasn’t that they had an inordinate amount of luggage. That was quite normal. It was their sheer physical size that was daunting. They were all eno

I do not know this man’s name. I know him only as Seeing Eyes. I met him under a tree on a local island in Shaviyaani Atoll in the Maldives

Every day in our life dance is important. Some prove to be more significant than others. Memories, lessons etched deeper into ...