plants, and about ten frog species. Little Sunbirds ﬂit over bunches of ﬂowers, Owls have been spotted often. Kingﬁshers precision dive into a large pond stocked with ﬁsh, even as Woodpeckers strike up a rhythmic staccato somewhere up in the trees that look on benignly. Outside, a gentle breeze has begun to blow in from the sea. On the beach, sea turtles ponderously come ashore followed by troops of crustaceans.
Vaidyar fondly reminisces “My family, has over generations, worked with nature, we are children of the soil, farmers once.” I notice that his hands are the colour of fecund earth, his ﬁngers trace delicate patterns in the air as he speaks.