
Fireflies in Valparai
When I've gone herping, I've always heard the phrase "the forest comes alive at night." Most of the time that meant sounds to me — frogs, alarm calls, following the sounds of the forest. But this time, when the forest came alive, I saw it first.
We'd step out of our rooms at 6 pm at the coffee estate in Valparai, just waiting for something magical. And I don't think I've seen anything like what happened next in my entire life.
Tiny green light blobs would rise from the ground, from under the coffee plants. Within 30 to 45 minutes they'd reached the trees, and soon it looked exactly like standing under a Christmas tree, except the tree was alive and the lights were breathing.
And then they'd start synchronising. A wave of light from one corner, slowly moving to the other, and back again. For hours.
It goes completely beyond my understanding that something like this exists in the world. And that we get to witness it.


