Walking in the scorching heat of the Eastern Coast of India on the outskirts of Puducherry - I suddenly entered a ‘green oasis’ in the middle of old and ancient villages that was dusty and silent.
It was 11:30 in the morning and the East Coast Road was literally crawling with motor bikes and people honking unnecessarily when suddenly Loganathan our auto rickshaw driver took a sudden right turn into a marked dirt road.
It was 11:30 in the morning and the East Coast Road was literally crawling with motor bikes and people honking unnecessarily when suddenly Loganathan our auto rickshaw driver took a sudden right turn into a marked dirt road.
The greening of wastelands |