One fine morning at Paradise, Mangaluru, the forest canopy glowed in soft golden light. As I moved silently along the trail, a flash of pure white — a bird with a long, flowing tail — caught my eye — the male Paradise Flycatcher, a graceful visitor from far lands.

With its elegant tail streaming like silk in the breeze, it darted between branches, catching tiny insects mid-air. Every turn of its wings seemed like a dance choreographed by nature itself.

This migratory beauty, though here only for a season, filled the forest with charm and wonder, reminding me that even a brief visit from such a guest can make a place truly live up to its name — Paradise.