Suprabha Seshan

Listening to the Forest

To start with a few words about myself, I am a conservationist serving the rainforests of the Western Ghats in India. It has been my lifelong inquiry to look at…

Pandemic Blues

During an extermination event - the first and only ever such event in the universe's life - it is difficult to contemplate the relations between humans and the rest of…

Locking down Leviathan

The streets of Jayanagar, a residential area in Bengaluru are strewn with spring flowers. Yellow copper pods,  lilac crape myrtles,  pink-and-white honges and orange gulmohurs blaze overhead and underfoot;  vitality…

Old Mother Forest

To survive the holocaust of planetary proportions that is upon us, one must defend her or get out of the way. I live across a small stream from an ancient…

How Green Is My Forest

Lit by chlorophyll and the conjurations of trees, there’s a trail through a forest along the Stone River where the light never repeats. Slender and winding, this is a generous…

Once Upon A Biome

The world in which each of us lives does not necessarily yield the world in which we all live together. Where does your world end and mine begin? I live…

Ancient Life Lessons

It was a bright morning in late October, with a light breeze and no mist. Crinkled woody seeds of todayan, a beautiful tree with upturned leaves, cracked open underfoot as I…

Once, The Monsoon

Field notes from a botanical sanctuary: changing weather patterns are causing havoc to plants. I love being at home, in Wayanad, when the south-west monsoon arrives. This hilly district of…

The Music Of Everything

First published through EarthLines Magazine, Issue 16 I sing to elephants. It’s what I do. I sing because I like to, and because I believe my elephant neighbours are comfortable…

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