a newspaper for residents of Malabar Hills.
And as I journeyed downwards, I saw long veils that the trees wore looking nothing less than the illusion of that marvellous creature stopping me in my track multiple times.
But then the rain poured harder, making everything around me crystal clear and green. My soul was drenched with sheer joy and I felt the urge to soak in some more, and so I slowed my pace and began to feel revived, inspired and reborn! It felt like a new dawn and just then something within me awakened. A voice that had woken up after a very long slumber, that wanted to cry out loud and create an enchanting cacophony with my feathered friend.
Still further down, another one of these majestic creatures awaits me, filling me with still so much glee, I could hardly contain it. And so I take this enriching experience as a sign of something more deep, more meaningful to turn it into a life changing story.
(Article by Pallak Shah, resident of Malabar Hill)