I am on the south bank of the Adyar River, near the mouth on the Bay of Bengal. Here is a sanctuary . . . . . . A place of contemplation, regeneration, renewal, inspiration. A ripe place resting in wisdom. A garden of thoughtful gardeners. A garden crafted to remind us of profound wisdom […]Read more "Sanctuary"
Fewer Gekkos seem to grace our walls in recent years; I seldom see a big old one, so it is plausible that many die young; perhaps it is only by chance that I’ve noticed the slow deaths of the six who died in my company in the past few years, perhaps many die like this […]Read more "Another case of the collateral murder of innocents"