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Aaghaaz-e-BaarishBefore the clouds gather and before the first drops touch the thirsty earth, nature sometimes sends a m...
28/08/2026

Aaghaaz-e-Baarish

Before the clouds gather and before the first drops touch the thirsty earth, nature sometimes sends a messenger.
The sighting of the Pied Cuckoo has long been associated with the arrival of the monsoon. Its appearance seems to whisper that the long wait may soon be over, that somewhere beyond the horizon, the winds are changing and the rains are preparing their journey.
And then comes the first call, the first dark cloud, the fragrance of wet earth…
The Pied Cuckoo does not merely arrive.
For many, it marks the Aaghaaz, the beginning of the rains.
@ Chandu Haryana 23-08-26

The Farmers’ FeastIn the fields of Chandu, farming is not just about growing a crop—it is about giving something back to...
28/08/2026

The Farmers’ Feast

In the fields of Chandu, farming is not just about growing a crop—it is about giving something back to the soil.
The farmers grow Thecha, (Anil Gandass )a crop that is generally not preferred by grazing animals. Once it has served its purpose, it is cut and turned back into the earth, enriching the soil as natural organic manure. It is a simple, traditional cycle, nature feeding the soil, and the soil helping produce food with as little chemical intervention as possible.
But when the crop was freshly cut, another feast began!
Hidden among the stems and leaves were countless insects, suddenly exposed to the hungry eyes of a group of European Starlings. What was once a green field became an open dining table. One by one, they arrived, walking, searching, listening and picking through the freshly cut vegetation for every little movement.
@ Chandu Haryana 23-08-26

Bristled Grassbird @ Chandu Haryana 24-8-26
24/08/2026

Bristled Grassbird @ Chandu Haryana 24-8-26

Watercock @ Chandu wetlands Haryana DOP11-8-26
11/08/2026

Watercock @ Chandu wetlands Haryana DOP11-8-26

A Flight Between FencesThe farmers had worked hard for their harvest.To protect every grain from wandering cattle and wi...
10/08/2026

A Flight Between Fences
The farmers had worked hard for their harvest.
To protect every grain from wandering cattle and wild animals, the fields were surrounded by fences. Above them, enormous power lines stretched across the sky, silent, powerful, and unforgiving.
But the cranes knew none of these boundaries.
For them, the sky was supposed to be free.
Two cranes flew low over the green fields, their long wings beating steadily. Ahead lay another hurdle: fences below, electric wires above. There was hardly a safe path between them.
They lifted their wings higher, then dipped again, carefully threading their way through the maze created by humans.

The farmers were protecting their crops.
The cranes were only trying to survive.
In the race between a farmer's harvest and a bird's freedom.

Can we create a little more space for both?
Because the sky has no fences, until we put them there.
The story of every wetland. Chandu Haryana Aug 2026

Indian Pitta - 9 Colours
09/08/2026

Indian Pitta - 9 Colours

The Little Navrang — Nine Colours in Flight -Painter's inspirational palette. The Indian Pitta, our little “Navrang.” A ...
09/08/2026

The Little Navrang — Nine Colours in Flight -Painter's inspirational palette.

The Indian Pitta, our little “Navrang.” A bird so small, yet wearing what looks like a painter’s entire palette.
Green on its back, turquoise-blue on the wings and tail, yellow on the belly, orange on the underparts, black on the head and wings, white highlights, brown on the crown and back, a touch of red/crimson near the vent, and warm buff tones completing the palette.
Nine shades, packed into one tiny traveller.
The Pitta is mostly a ground-feeding bird, hopping through leaf litter searching for insects, worms and other small creatures. Its loud, distinctive call, often described as “wit-willie”, can reveal its presence long before its colours do.
And when it finally takes flight, those hidden blues and whites suddenly appear like jewels.
Perhaps that is why India calls it Navrang—not because it carries a perfect mathematical nine colours, but because nature seems to have used every beautiful shade it had.
Haryana July 2026

The Crow Who Came Out at NightAt first glance, I thought a crow had lost its way.He was black on top, grey underneath, h...
07/08/2026

The Crow Who Came Out at Night
At first glance, I thought a crow had lost its way.
He was black on top, grey underneath, had a sharp black bill—and was standing perfectly still, staring into the grass with one blood-red eye.
But something felt wrong.
Crows don't usually hide in the reeds like this.
And they certainly don't wear those strange white feathers behind their heads.
Then he slowly turned.
The mystery was solved.
He wasn't a crow at all.
He was the Black-crowned Night Heron—a secretive hunter who prefers the darkness, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting fish, frog or insect to make the smallest mistake.
Perhaps that's why he looked so serious.
He wasn't lost.
He was waiting for night.
And suddenly, that red eye in the green grass didn't look like a bird watching the wetland…
It looked like the wetland was being watched.

The Caterpillar Delivery Express In Bhondsi village, everyone knew the postman.But very few knew about the Bird Post Off...
03/08/2026

The Caterpillar Delivery Express

In Bhondsi village, everyone knew the postman.
But very few knew about the Bird Post Office.
Every morning, a Common Myna became the fastest delivery bird in the village. Her parcel wasn't wrapped in paper. It was a wriggly caterpillar!
"Special delivery for Nest Number Three!" she chirped as she flew through the trees.
On the way, a crow tried to peek into her parcel.
"Sorry," laughed the myna. "This delivery is only for my babies."
A squirrel waved from a branch.
A butterfly danced beside her.
Even the wind seemed to whisper, "Hurry! Someone is waiting."
When she reached the nest, three tiny beaks popped up like little mailboxes.

Delivery complete!
The chicks happily gobbled their "parcel," while Mother Myna flew off to collect the next one.
I photographed Bhondsi's smallest delivery service... where every parcel was packed with love instead of paper.

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03/08/2026

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