A Bird with an orange beak
The pungent, dense figures of smoke from the chimney of a nearby moss-laden, well-camouflaged hut; seeped through the dense canopies of the jungle. The redolence of this waft, reminisced me of the smoldering of the pot tamarind Garcinia gummi-gatta . Tiny, dry soot particles raising from the put off charcoal; interplayed with the humid air, leaving a dirty hue on the walls it contacted. The local men were busy collecting the 'Kaad anabe' (Forest mushrooms) that grew luxuriantly on the leaf litter of the forest floor. These petite, dainty, cream-colored beauties when cooked can remind one of the rustic countryside. The edge trail of the adjacent woods showed some pointy protrusions from the earth. The tips were blanketed with black, leathery leaf-sheaths. These were the miniature propagules of the fastest growing plants known to earth- Bamboo. Chengappa, the care-taker of a nearby coffee estate was chopping these off assiduously with his whetted machete. He turned towards me