Sunsets Along the Winterline

The ‘days left to go home’ routine would bring a lump in your throat like a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It would sneak up on us without a word spoken. It was time to bid farewell to the winterline.

Mussoorie’s Writers

Apart for Mussoorie, is there any other place in the world, where per square kilometer, there so many internationally published writers plying their lonely trade?

Birding in our Hills

‘Where on earth does Ruskin Bond see those whistling thrushes?’ complained author Anees Jung, adding for good measure: ‘Or Stephen Alter’s crowing koklass pheasants?

Exiled in these Hills

  “Are you going to stay here through the winter?” asked a friend, planning to go the warm south. “It must get lonely up here,” he insists. My friend has no clue how off the mark he is. Being...