Here are the contributions by our very talented Slow Movement members; hand-picked by us!
Waxing and waning: Being and feeling beautiful like the moon
For some time now I feel like the moon – waxing and waning and waxing again. By this I mean putting on some weight, and then with or without effort losing a bit. Of course, the moon is the moon and consistent in all her phases. If she wore clothes then she would have sections in her wardrobe for each size during the month. She…
The Aravallis: A step away from the desert but lush with secret lives
As we walked in a gully between two stands of rock, a shadow fell upon us. The source was moving in leisurely circles across the sky. The easy pace of the bird came from a confidence – the ease of a bird of prey for whom the sky is a playground. A Short-toed snake eagle was in the spring sky, shimmering white against the blue.…
Basanta: The bird of spring
Spring in India is known as Basant, it is the season when lots of trees are flowering and there is warmth in the air. It marks the start of brighter days, the hues of the season are predominantly yellow and red, and it’s a rapidly moving season where the old, dry leaves are falling and new leaves are emerging. The arrival of spring comes after…
Wild tales: Of bears and tigers
“A cat uses its paw, a bear all five fingers.” Unknown This is a story from a long time ago, 1984 to be precise. Some 9 km from Panna town, on the main road to Khajuraho, you will find a narrow cart road forking to the right, follow this road for about 3 km and you are at Ballaia-seha – the name given to…
