Category Archives: A Good Thing

Today’s Google Doodle: Sarah Durack and her swimsuit

Living in Australia today, with swimming pools and lessons a fact of life for both girls and boys from the age of three to four months till well into their nineties, it seems hard to believe that the idea of … Continue reading

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Red Browed Finches in the Garden

It took two years of planting, growing, flowering, seeding and not tidying the garden up to get the New Holland honey eaters to come to the garden. They came tentatively at first, one at a time, cautious about where they … Continue reading

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Day Three after my father’s passing

“নৈনং ছিন্দন্তি শস্ত্রাণি নৈনং দহতি পাবকঃ ন চৈনং ক্লেদয়ন্ত্যাপো ন শোষয়তি মারুতঃ” ~ গীতা The soul is – That which cannot be severed by sword nor burned by fire That which cannot be dampened by water nor dried by wind. … Continue reading

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Sarwate and Banerjee – hardly your typical tail enders!

249 runs scored by a couple of Indian tail end batsmen against a team abroad – something unusual even by today’s standards. And yet two Indian batsmen did just that on this day way back in 1946. Wisden said about … Continue reading

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Aranyak: Jugal Prasad, the plantsman

I came across an unusual person one afternoon by the banks of the lake known as Saraswati Kundi. I was riding slowly past its edge on my way back from the survey camp one day when I saw a man … Continue reading

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Reading Aranyak to my mother

I have been reading Aranyak for my mother while my father dozes intermittently beside her. He does not hear me at all so there is little risk of him waking up. She does not read at night, her cataracts are … Continue reading

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My poetry

In the half light of evening every wave seems to hug the sand, loath to leave home.  

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