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| What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly -Richard Bach |
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| A Blue Tiger sips at a Siam Weed Wandering along a side trail in the Nagla Block, a part of Sanjay Gandhi National Park, I came across a small stream where I saw some butterflies puddling. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would have been to see many of these.... |
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| ...and I came to this patch of Siam weed which had a cloud of butterflies sipping away at the flowers. Like this Striped Tiger. Little bits of sunshine, flitting about without a care, flower to flower. |
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| ...there were Tailed Jays, hyperactive, wouldn't sit still or pose for a photograph.... |
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| ... and Dark Blue Tigers, sitting placidly with their buddies, a rainbow of butterflies. |
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| This Handmaiden Moth, a rainbow on wings, hovered around, oblivious to the camera. Of the species I saw, this was the only moth and the single insect of its type. |
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| This apparently was the only patch in this forest where all conditions came together, the food, sunlight, water and this rainbow of butterflies. |
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| This Pioneer Butterfly calmly sits on a Siam weed flower, goes about its business... and has its picture taken... |
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| The Tailed Jays were very flighty and quick, I got in a picture in the fleeting moment they seemingly touched a flower. |
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| The whole patch was alive with butterflies, flitting to and fro, a kaleidoscope of colour, ever changing, never still. “A fallen blossom returning to the bough, I thought -- But no, a butterfly.” ― Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology |
