I am the roach
I will encroach
And feast upon on the Shola land
Takes its food and leave but sand
I am blanket, a sea of green
For months I had been practicing the language. The first several weeks I had painstakingly practiced the script and alphabet, teaching my wrist to twist and swivel ornate shapes that
Fresh out of college and naïve to the 10 month fellowship experience I was about to embark on, I had implement the good ol’ “fake it ‘til you make it”
She walks with me.
It’s about 5:30 p.m. on a weekday and people are wrapping up work on the campus. I have one last email to send and half
In these blue hills, there are water-replenishing Shola forests that meander alongside the waterways with fat-cat-sized Malabar squirrels that bound along the treetops. There are mixed morning sounds of church
She came to them in the night. They were scared, at a loss, and gave no consideration to hope, but she sought them out and came.
It takes several hours. Hours to plan ahead with the right questions and to establish the right connections. Hours to drive out to the villages and hamlets hidden within the
Development. As the weeks go by at Keystone, I am learning more and more the meaning of that word. Prior to my first steps into adulthood (still figuring that one
Friday evening it was official that I was going to go on the trek! I accompanied Nandan (friend and mentor) and his friends who worked as trek leaders in the
Prior to India:
I worked at the largest Lemur Conservation Research Center in the world; a place that had profound experience with these wild, endangered species. I saw the tiny