soliloquies in the outdoors…
Travelogue of a week wandering through Mauritius… its forests, peaks, and colonial echoes… from Black River’s trails to Le Morne’s sombre cliffs, from island musings to everyday rambles… a journey through nature, memory, and quiet revelations on a volcanic outcrop finding its identity as it heals the bruises of the past…
Graves are as much annals of natural history as that of civilization, one muses, looking at lichens creeping over the tombstones… myriad shades of green go exploring the cracks and crevices to burst forth and fulfill their seemingly imperialistic ambitions through spores or isidia… from the vestiges of those deceased, life emanates as an intriguing …
Dusk makes one resign to the ways of the world, in a way that is not despondent with life but appreciates its fragility and transience… musings on dusk…