urban jungle vs actual jungle: botanist rambles through guwahati
that braille-like hum of cicadas greeted me before i even opened my train window at guwahati junction tonight. according to my 3am caffeine-addled calculations on my battered tracker, the humidity’s hovering around 46% and honestly? you feel every bit of that atmospheric weight pressing down on you like a soggy blanket left in monsoons. i just checked my ancient weather app and it's reading 16°C but oh-so-deceitfully claims it ‘feels like Henry Ford’s refrigerator’ at 14.8°, hope you packed moisture-wicking everything man.
what smacks you first here isn’t the traffic chaos (though *borrow bikes from locals if your calves feel masochistic), it’s the biodiversity playing chicken beside concrete. spotted neem trees shaking hands with neighborhood balconies near Uzan Bazaar, kapok flowers smashing riots on sidewalks. heard deep in paranoid whispers from tea vendors thinning in alley exits that Deepor Beel’s migratory birds lately became divas about humans getting too close-like invisible velvet ropes dropped by evolution itself.
someone warned me Assam State Zoo Bot Garden closes unpredictably early ‘cause monkeys steal gate passes-which sounded fake but somehow tracks after seeing determined macaques? grabbed local beer at Café Hendrix later where a freelance forager insisted纵深戰栗 orchids growing illegally bold near Kamakhya are the region’s true anarchists.
connections: bored? Shillong’s pine secrets creep just a highway stretch west, and Kaziranga’s rhino rugby pitches beckыми northeast if wetlands seduce you.
do not sleep on seasonals-atmospheric pressure’s been 1016 hPa this fortnight apparently, which locals claim sparks strange pollination behaviors in roadside jacaranda. trust absolutely nothing except your nose hunting hidden nurseries like Prakash Flower Stall metaphors. verifying festival dates? Assam Tourism’s chaotic bulletin board never folds even during floods.
local rumor mill: overheard exactly six ladies arguing whether medicinal fern* sold near Fancy Bazar actually cured relationship troubles. jury’s out but-vendors there reportedly just harvest it from railway verges.
city pulses subtropical jungle verbs beneath layers of impatient architecture. advice floating everywhere was ‘watch paraheliotropic leaves dance sunsetward’-so poetic it almost disguised overheated exhaustion dripping onto notebook pages.
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